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 Samoa and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soft Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Organ,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
ABC,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cure,
Gerry Rafferty,
10cc,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thompson Twins,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kool Moe Dee,
Negative Approach,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Lakeside,
Bill Wells,
John Cale,
Max Romeo,
JFA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scan 7,
Theoretical Girls,
The Velvet Underground,
Dawn Penn,
Andrew Hill,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
The Neon Judgement,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Golliwogs,
Anakelly,
B.T. Express,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Young Marble Giants,
In Retrospect,
Jeff Mills,
Graham Central Station,
Moebius,
Juan Atkins,
The Move,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Ossler,
X-101,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Cecil Taylor,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.