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 Romania and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Kool Moe Dee to the rap 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 Accadde A. All the underground hits.
All Al Stewart tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Five Americans,
The Gap Band,
Dawn Penn,
Scratch Acid,
Organ,
Nick Fraelich,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mars,
Sun City Girls,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Quadrant,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nik Kershaw,
Reuben Wilson,
MDC,
Matthew Bourne,
Half Japanese,
Make Up,
Technova,
Magma,
The Dead C,
UT,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Big Daddy Kane,
Matthew Halsall,
Underground Resistance,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Donald Byrd,
The Wake,
Skriet,
Guru Guru,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Shoche,
Roger Hodgson,
The Busters,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Mary Jane Girls,
10cc,
Chris & Cosey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kenny Larkin,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bush Tetras,
The Fall,
World's Most,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.