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 Bolivia and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the crunk 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Electric Prunes,
Patti Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Suburban Knight,
The Seeds,
Reuben Wilson,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Faraquet,
Magma,
The Gun Club,
Ultra Naté,
Ornette Coleman,
The Motions,
the Soft Cell,
Mo-Dettes,
Prince Buster,
World's Most,
Letta Mbulu,
Excepter,
Hasil Adkins,
Minnie Riperton,
Ronan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
The Skatalites,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Mars,
Wolf Eyes,
Juan Atkins,
Negative Approach,
Dark Day,
Inner City,
Sugar Minott,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Electric Prunes,
Jandek,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Human League,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rekid,
Surgeon,
Carl Craig,
Wally Richardson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Roxy Music,
The New Christs,
Lungfish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Offenders,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Victims,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Flag,
The Misunderstood,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.