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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 guitar 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alison Limerick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Drexciya,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
Skarface,
Crooked Eye,
Arthur Verocai,
Little Man,
The Associates,
Pussy Galore,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Ice-T,
Cluster,
Robert Görl,
Moby Grape,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Robert Hood,
Pole,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tommy Roe,
MDC,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
The Dead C,
Soft Cell,
In Retrospect,
Mad Mike,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Nico,
Technova,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Quadrant,
The Moody Blues,
Sällskapet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
KRS-One,
Joey Negro,
Pagans,
Erykah Badu,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Television,
Sandy B,
Robert Wyatt,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.