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 Singapore and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Fat Boys to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Wasted Youth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kevin Saunderson,
David McCallum,
D'Angelo,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
The Angels of Light,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
John Holt,
Reagan Youth,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
La Düsseldorf,
Whodini,
The Moleskins,
Gil Scott Heron,
Max Romeo,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jerry's Kids,
Cameo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Five Americans,
Silicon Teens,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
kango's stein massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Popol Vuh,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Amon Düül,
The Offenders,
The Fugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Marine Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
Don Cherry,
Bob Dylan,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
Roxy Music,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Archie Shepp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
The Slackers,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.