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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lindisfarne to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sister Nancy,
Mo-Dettes,
the Germs,
Young Marble Giants,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Urselle,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
The Monochrome Set,
Marc Almond,
Quando Quango,
David McCallum,
Bobby Sherman,
The Black Dice,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
UT,
The Skatalites,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Monks,
the Normal,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Alphaville,
Zero Boys,
The Raincoats,
The Slits,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Five Americans,
Pantaleimon,
Donny Hathaway,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ohio Players,
Tom Boy,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Christie,
Model 500,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Lyres,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.