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 South Sudan and from Madrid.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Alton Ellis to the punk 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fuzztones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skarface,
Echospace,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Techniques,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
a-ha,
Television,
The Blackbyrds,
The Velvet Underground,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
Stetsasonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Sonics,
Surgeon,
Basic Channel,
This Heat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Maleditus Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Japan,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Deakin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lyres,
Underground Resistance,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bauhaus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
The Mummies,
Max Romeo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Quando Quango,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Piero Umiliani,
Sonny Sharrock,
R.M.O.,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hashim,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Make Up,
Bill Wells,
One Last Wish,
Buzzcocks,
Faust,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.