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 Nepal and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Vogues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Johnny Clarke,
Tim Buckley,
Fatback Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kas Product,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
The American Breed,
The Pop Group,
Pole,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
James White and The Blacks,
Prince Buster,
New Order,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
MDC,
The Leaves,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Crime,
Al Stewart,
8 Eyed Spy,
Saccharine Trust,
Bobby Sherman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Nick Fraelich,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eddi Front,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gap Band,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Dave Gahan,
Scott Walker,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Terry Callier,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sister Nancy,
Chris Corsano,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Dark Day,
10cc,
Hashim,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.