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 Guyana and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Darondo,
F. McDonald,
Marcia Griffiths,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harry Pussy,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
Amon Düül II,
Ice-T,
The Blues Magoos,
Surgeon,
Erasure,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
Pantaleimon,
Intrusion,
Hot Snakes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Q65,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Sun City Girls,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Delon & Dalcan,
Donny Hathaway,
The Martian,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
Television,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Boz Scaggs,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Image Ltd.,
MC5,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
Basic Channel,
New Age Steppers,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dead Boys,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
DJ Style,
One Last Wish,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.