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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pharoah Sanders to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Aswad,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Altered Images,
MDC,
Agent Orange,
Tommy Roe,
David Bowie,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
Flash Fearless,
Gang Green,
One Last Wish,
The Litter,
Youth Brigade,
James White and The Blacks,
Minor Threat,
Jawbox,
Vladislav Delay,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Basic Channel,
Angry Samoans,
Bronski Beat,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Gladiators,
Joe Smooth,
Pussy Galore,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
Schoolly D,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Minnie Riperton,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Babytalk,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alton Ellis,
Q65,
the Sonics,
Dave Gahan,
Gabor Szabo,
Spoonie Gee,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Deakin,
These Immortal Souls,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.