Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Greece and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Jandek to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Chrome. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Fortunes,
Faraquet,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
The Raincoats,
Terry Callier,
The Cramps,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Massinfluence,
Alison Limerick,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Certain Ratio,
The Five Americans,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
T.S.O.L.,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scientists,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Hot Snakes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Groovy Waters,
Metal Thangz,
Brass Construction,
The Standells,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
New Age Steppers,
Tom Boy,
Bootsy Collins,
Motorama,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Piero Umiliani,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Tubeway Army,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
The American Breed,
X-101,
Funky Four + One,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.