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 Norway and from Manchester.
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 Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Chris Corsano,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Stiv Bators,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Monks,
Scion,
Excepter,
Carl Craig,
Moebius,
Anakelly,
The Real Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Chrome,
Godley & Creme,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ronan,
Quadrant,
The Litter,
Minnie Riperton,
Brick,
Sister Nancy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Barrington Levy,
Nas,
Main Source,
Rakim,
The Cowsills,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Massinfluence,
The United States of America,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Dolphy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Youth Brigade,
The Fuzztones,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.