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 Antigua 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 sitar 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 The Beau Brummels to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dawn Penn record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Bauhaus,
New Age Steppers,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
D'Angelo,
Pere Ubu,
The Misunderstood,
The Knickerbockers,
Warsaw,
The Saints,
The Move,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Real Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DJ Sneak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
UT,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Cymande,
Little Man,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Schoolly D,
John Lydon,
The Beau Brummels,
ABC,
David Axelrod,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Scientists,
Carl Craig,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Faust,
MC5,
Camberwell Now,
The Fall,
The Seeds,
Flipper,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
Moby Grape,
Wolf Eyes,
Mars,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Guru Guru,
The Count Five,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.