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 Latvia and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Donald Fagen 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 Martian to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Liliput,
Electric Prunes,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Dennis Brown,
Moebius,
Mr. Review,
Fela Kuti,
The Gories,
the Swans,
Rapeman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flash Fearless,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Searchers,
Charles Mingus,
Pantytec,
Nation of Ulysses,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Underground Resistance,
The Walker Brothers,
Visage,
Lyres,
John Cale,
B.T. Express,
Theoretical Girls,
Sun Ra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Con Funk Shun,
The Misunderstood,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
the Germs,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
New York Dolls,
The Fall,
The Buckinghams,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.