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 Georgia and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf 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?
Flash Fearless,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Dead C,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Sonics,
Janne Schatter,
The Fuzztones,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stereo Dub,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Last Poets,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
X-102,
These Immortal Souls,
Guru Guru,
The Knickerbockers,
Pylon,
Desert Stars,
John Coltrane,
Faust,
Mark Hollis,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mandrill,
JFA,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Max Romeo,
Pantytec,
CMW,
Cal Tjader,
Technova,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Aloha Tigers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jerry's Kids,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deepchord,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jacob Miller,
X-101,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sarah Menescal,
Ituana,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.