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 Madagascar and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 David Axelrod to the dance 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 Ultra Naté. All the underground hits.
All Robert Wyatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Trumans Water record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
The Dead C,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rekid,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
The Moleskins,
The J.B.'s,
Kas Product,
The Offenders,
Procol Harum,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Roxette,
Gerry Rafferty,
Funkadelic,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Fear,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Lyres,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arthur Verocai,
Whodini,
Jerry's Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minny Pops,
The Index,
Warren Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Franke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barclay James Harvest,
A Certain Ratio,
Amon Düül II,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Radio Birdman,
Zero Boys,
Silicon Teens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.