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 Nicaragua and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes 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 Moebius to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Misunderstood,
DJ Sneak,
The Blues Magoos,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
DJ Style,
Slick Rick,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Janne Schatter,
World's Most,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Bob Dylan,
The Index,
Model 500,
The Blackbyrds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
June Days,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Human League,
Franke,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Ten City,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Silicon Teens,
Reuben Wilson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Zeros,
The Dead C,
Oblivians,
Warren Ellis,
Flipper,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Cale,
The Moody Blues,
Fear,
Todd Terry,
Dave Gahan,
Kas Product,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Invisible,
Sight & Sound,
The Gories,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.