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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Tremeloes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ludus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
The Monochrome Set,
The Leaves,
Kaleidoscope,
Kerri Chandler,
Fela Kuti,
Scratch Acid,
Animal Collective,
DJ Style,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nico,
Bobby Womack,
Erykah Badu,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Piero Umiliani,
Au Pairs,
Mark Hollis,
Icehouse,
Nik Kershaw,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Michelle Simonal,
Patti Smith,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Beau Brummels,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
Eric Dolphy,
Cheater Slicks,
Simply Red,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Scion,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mojo Men,
Morten Harket,
Ohio Players,
the Fania All-Stars,
Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub, Stereo Dub.
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.