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 Ivory Coast and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Lou Reed 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 Amazonics to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Y Pants,
Oblivians,
John Coltrane,
X-101,
The Monks,
Section 25,
Second Layer,
Joe Smooth,
Chrome,
U.S. Maple,
David McCallum,
Agent Orange,
OOIOO,
The Standells,
June of 44,
Absolute Body Control,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Robert Hood,
Reuben Wilson,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Alison Limerick,
The Gories,
Sexual Harrassment,
Reagan Youth,
Buzzcocks,
Alphaville,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Mantronix,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dual Sessions,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Roxette,
Flamin' Groovies,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Toni Rubio,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
Scion,
Rod Modell,
Yazoo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Juan Atkins,
The Techniques,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.