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 Hungary and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
The Vogues,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The United States of America,
ABC,
Mission of Burma,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
The Saints,
Khruangbin,
Jacob Miller,
The Mojo Men,
Audionom,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
Minor Threat,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
D'Angelo,
The Residents,
Pole,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Sherman,
The Durutti Column,
Fela Kuti,
B.T. Express,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Derrick Morgan,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Anthony Braxton,
Con Funk Shun,
Mars,
The Martian,
Slave,
Jerry's Kids,
Roger Hodgson,
Deepchord,
Swell Maps,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
Flipper,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Magma,
Underground Resistance,
X-102,
Albert Ayler,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.