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 Sierra Leone and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Harpers Bizarre to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
Yellowson,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Black Sheep,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Michelle Simonal,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Drive Like Jehu,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Detroit Cobras,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moby Grape,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
KRS-One,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Aaron Thompson,
Amon Düül,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mission of Burma,
Ralphi Rosario,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pylon,
Joyce Sims,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fear,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Bobby Womack,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick Morgan,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
Dennis Brown,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pulsallama,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Flipper,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Mad Mike,
Jesper Dahlback,
Unwound,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
This Heat,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.