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 Ukraine 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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Brothers Johnson,
Massinfluence,
Gang Green,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Womack,
Hasil Adkins,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Intrusion,
The Fall,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Infiniti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
F. McDonald,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tears for Fears,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
Boogie Down Productions,
Letta Mbulu,
The Skatalites,
Girls At Our Best!,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Mojo Men,
Arthur Verocai,
EPMD,
The Gladiators,
Von Mondo,
Youth Brigade,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
June of 44,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rod Modell,
Pantytec,
John Foxx,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Simply Red,
The Trojans,
Basic Channel,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Count Five,
Pierre Henry,
Minnie Riperton,
Graham Central Station,
10cc,
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jeff Mills,
The Young Rascals,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.