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 Japan and from London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 Pierre Henry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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?
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
David McCallum,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Misunderstood,
The Doobie Brothers,
Crime,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-101,
Bill Near,
Subhumans,
DNA,
The Detroit Cobras,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
The Moody Blues,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
The Birthday Party,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tommy Roe,
Connie Case,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Lungfish,
T.S.O.L.,
The Slackers,
Piero Umiliani,
The Sonics,
Lucky Dragons,
Lalann,
World's Most,
Los Fastidios,
One Last Wish,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eurythmics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fall,
Black Pus,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Heaven 17,
Gang Green,
Organ,
Crooked Eye,
The Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Tremeloes,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
EPMD,
Tom Boy,
Pulsallama,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.