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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Suicide to the jazz 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
10cc,
David Bowie,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Brand Nubian,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
The Offenders,
Mission of Burma,
The Seeds,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Vainqueur,
Juan Atkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Black Dice,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Scrapy,
The American Breed,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Dark Day,
Guru Guru,
Main Source,
The Golliwogs,
Desert Stars,
UT,
Organ,
Intrusion,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Steve Hackett,
Au Pairs,
Zero Boys,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Joensuu 1685,
Robert Wyatt,
Ossler,
Lungfish,
John Coltrane,
New York Dolls,
DJ Sneak,
Depeche Mode,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.