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 Tanzania and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Roxette,
Cybotron,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Funkadelic,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
Ice-T,
Maleditus Sound,
Angry Samoans,
Hot Snakes,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
The Doors,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Avey Tare,
Sex Pistols,
Jawbox,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Suicide,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Wolf Eyes,
Minutemen,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Sparks,
Pierre Henry,
Ken Boothe,
The Fuzztones,
Brass Construction,
Wings,
Henry Cow,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Swans,
Tim Buckley,
Todd Rundgren,
Make Up,
Sight & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash, Grandmaster Flash.
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.