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 Nepal and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sam Rivers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
KRS-One,
The Trojans,
The Cramps,
Marine Girls,
Rekid,
Gang Green,
Scan 7,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bluetip,
Ossler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gichy Dan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Mark Hollis,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Guru Guru,
10cc,
Mandrill,
Saccharine Trust,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pulsallama,
The Fortunes,
Magma,
Television Personalities,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Infiniti,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Neon Judgement,
The Misunderstood,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Bootsy Collins,
Dennis Brown,
Chris Corsano,
Sound Behaviour,
Sex Pistols,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Black Sheep,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Wally Richardson,
Dark Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.