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 Malawi and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tommy Roe,
Godley & Creme,
Electric Prunes,
Anthony Braxton,
Stiv Bators,
Erasure,
K-Klass,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Deakin,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Pierre Henry,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Public Image Ltd.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Average White Band,
Dark Day,
Khruangbin,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Flag,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Marmalade,
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Yazoo,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Michelle Simonal,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Gang Gang Dance,
KRS-One,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sexual Harrassment,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.