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 Laos and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Mills to the punk 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Boz Scaggs,
Los Fastidios,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Skarface,
Ice-T,
Rekid,
Shoche,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Y Pants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
Marc Almond,
Prince Buster,
Hardrive,
The Birthday Party,
June of 44,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Wings,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Sam Rivers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
KRS-One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Bill Wells,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Procol Harum,
Pantaleimon,
Black Pus,
The Doors,
Funky Four + One,
Man Eating Sloth,
Smog,
Japan,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.