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 Barbados and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
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 organ 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 Eve St. Jones to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Johnny Osbourne,
MC5,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Jacob Miller,
Marmalade,
Barrington Levy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Minutemen,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Delta 5,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh,
Cybotron,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Franke,
Average White Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-101,
John Coltrane,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kenny Larkin,
Godley & Creme,
Zero Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
Barry Ungar,
Soft Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Juan Atkins,
LL Cool J,
Alphaville,
The Durutti Column,
Nik Kershaw,
New York Dolls,
B.T. Express,
The Smiths,
Funky Four + One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Tim Buckley,
The Leaves,
Joe Smooth,
Tom Boy,
The Blues Magoos,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Don Cherry,
Scion,
Spoonie Gee,
Soul Sonic Force,
Leonard Cohen,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.