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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eden Ahbez to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba 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 Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Bad Manners,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Letta Mbulu,
Wings,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
X-Ray Spex,
Pulsallama,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Sneak,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hoover,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sun Ra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
The Smiths,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Kaleidoscope,
The Electric Prunes,
The Vogues,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
New Order,
Khruangbin,
Bronski Beat,
Brand Nubian,
Amazonics,
Section 25,
Japan,
The Neon Judgement,
Bauhaus,
Deepchord,
Pantaleimon,
Massinfluence,
Nirvana,
Scrapy,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.