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 Liechtenstein 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Kerri Chandler to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Black Flag. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Barrington Levy,
Supertramp,
Ituana,
the Association,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
The Misunderstood,
the Bar-Kays,
Parry Music,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Leaves,
Delta 5,
Cal Tjader,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Black Moon,
Index,
Urselle,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rufus Thomas,
R.M.O.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kenny Larkin,
Al Stewart,
Main Source,
the Slits,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vainqueur,
Panda Bear,
Terry Callier,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Negative Approach,
Eric Dolphy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
Amon Düül,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Golliwogs,
Joe Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion, Fluxion.
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.