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 Malaysia and from Glasgow.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Bobby Womack to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Leonard Cohen,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Adolescents,
Gichy Dan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Hoover,
Sällskapet,
Archie Shepp,
The Gories,
Eddi Front,
Todd Terry,
Erasure,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Pere Ubu,
Derrick May,
the Germs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Gladiators,
Altered Images,
ABC,
Symarip,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Can,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Skaos,
Loose Ends,
Procol Harum,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Judy Mowatt,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sight & Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Prince Buster,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
The Raincoats,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
The Beau Brummels,
Fear,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.