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 Albania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Anthony Braxton to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
MDC,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Minnie Riperton,
Blake Baxter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronan,
E-Dancer,
LL Cool J,
Moss Icon,
H. Thieme,
Susan Cadogan,
The Gories,
Mandrill,
the Normal,
Fluxion,
Soulsonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Busters,
Pole,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Monks,
Neil Young,
The Associates,
Funky Four + One,
Ten City,
The Red Krayola,
Sandy B,
Funkadelic,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Malaria!,
Junior Murvin,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Masters at Work,
Harmonia,
Todd Rundgren,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rosa Yemen,
The Cowsills,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soul II Soul,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Joe Smooth,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.