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 Bulgaria and from Houston.
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 Glasgow and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Royal Trux to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
B.T. Express,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
Nico,
The Motions,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Suburban Knight,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Minor Threat,
MC5,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Los Fastidios,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Bill Near,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Faraquet,
Intrusion,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quadrant,
The Residents,
Cymande,
Mad Mike,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Slits,
Godley & Creme,
H. Thieme,
The Kinks,
Monolake,
Ornette Coleman,
The Selecter,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Arab on Radar,
Byron Stingily,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Hashim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.