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 Bulgaria and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 U.S. Maple to the electroclash 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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
Drexciya,
Man Eating Sloth,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Busters,
The Trojans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Zapp,
Robert Hood,
Marmalade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brand Nubian,
Deadbeat,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Sandy B,
Outsiders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hot Snakes,
Lightning Bolt,
Camberwell Now,
Delon & Dalcan,
Carl Craig,
Stiv Bators,
Terry Callier,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Teasers,
Sarah Menescal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Isaac Hayes,
H. Thieme,
The Selecter,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pole,
Zero Boys,
Nico,
Oneida,
The Dirtbombs,
Goldenarms,
The Cowsills,
Max Romeo,
Charles Mingus,
Michelle Simonal,
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Whodini,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Buzzcocks,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.