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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Michelle Simonal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Symarip,
Lee Hazlewood,
Neil Young,
Con Funk Shun,
Magazine,
Sexual Harrassment,
Animal Collective,
Rod Modell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Oneida,
Crooked Eye,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Yellowson,
the Swans,
Surgeon,
Subhumans,
Jeff Lynne,
The Remains,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
The Red Krayola,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Fatback Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Inner City,
Delon & Dalcan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jandek,
Cluster,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Joe Finger,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rakim,
Lalann,
the Slits,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Rundgren,
Kevin Saunderson,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Stiv Bators,
Mad Mike,
Funky Four + One,
Rotary Connection,
Saccharine Trust,
The Doobie Brothers,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Robert Görl,
Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys, Dead Boys.
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.