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 Brazil and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London 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 marimba 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 Con Funk Shun to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Remains. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Banda Bassotti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Funkadelic,
Cheater Slicks,
K-Klass,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Youth Brigade,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Aural Exciters,
Harmonia,
Mantronix,
Sun City Girls,
The Stooges,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alton Ellis,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
E-Dancer,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
the Bar-Kays,
The Sound,
Nirvana,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
Glenn Branca,
Altered Images,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Ronan,
Shoche,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr, Gang Starr.
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.