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 Malawi and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Khruangbin 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
Danielle Patucci,
Matthew Halsall,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Associates,
Derrick May,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Technova,
Soulsonic Force,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Laurel Aitken,
Kas Product,
Nirvana,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
10cc,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Tears for Fears,
Magazine,
Barrington Levy,
Amon Düül,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Sarah Menescal,
Maleditus Sound,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
John Foxx,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Cramps,
The Invisible,
Bobby Sherman,
Kaleidoscope,
Hoover,
Metal Thangz,
E-Dancer,
Mr. Review,
John Lydon,
Peter and Kerry,
Dawn Penn,
Monks,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
New Age Steppers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Henry Cow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
Amon Düül II,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies, The Mummies.
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.