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 Nepal and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Arab on Radar to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Groovy Waters,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bob Dylan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Surgeon,
Jerry's Kids,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young,
Wire,
The Toasters,
The Fall,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Chrome,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Wally Richardson,
La Düsseldorf,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Peter and Kerry,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Bananas,
Agent Orange,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bluetip,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Divine Comedy,
Accadde A,
Rites of Spring,
Pulsallama,
The Searchers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Khruangbin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Icehouse,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Arthur Verocai,
Sound Behaviour,
Cameo,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Newcleus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.