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 Bhutan and from Salvador.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 harpsichord 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the grime 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scientists record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Archie Shepp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Fortunes,
Neu!,
Funky Four + One,
John Cale,
Model 500,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Real Kids,
Aloha Tigers,
The Stooges,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
Livin' Joy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Techniques,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tres Demented,
The Electric Prunes,
Fugazi,
Marmalade,
Barbara Tucker,
Mars,
The Durutti Column,
48th St. Collective,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Steve Hackett,
Soft Cell,
The Birthday Party,
Jandek,
DNA,
Nico,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
Soul II Soul,
The Index,
Brothers Johnson,
Parry Music,
Al Stewart,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barry Ungar,
The Leaves,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.