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 Estonia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Beau Brummels to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Alarm Clocks,
Idris Muhammad,
The Move,
Pierre Henry,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Kinks,
Cal Tjader,
Stiv Bators,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Intrusion,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
Pantytec,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gong,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harry Pussy,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Bourne,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Swans,
The Walker Brothers,
Moss Icon,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Popol Vuh,
Accadde A,
Interpol,
The Barracudas,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Remains,
The Fall,
Jawbox,
Soft Machine,
Howard Jones,
The Five Americans,
Unrelated Segments,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry's Kids,
Freddie Wadling,
The Selecter,
the Sonics,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
Funky Four + One,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.