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 Paraguay 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang On A Can,
The Busters,
Harry Pussy,
Animal Collective,
Wings,
Alison Limerick,
Black Flag,
Lyres,
Rekid,
Dennis Brown,
Ohio Players,
The Modern Lovers,
Neil Young,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Techniques,
Deepchord,
Derrick Morgan,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Subhumans,
Todd Rundgren,
Moss Icon,
Reuben Wilson,
Eric Copeland,
Hot Snakes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
Essential Logic,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Kayak,
Alice Coltrane,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joey Negro,
The Fuzztones,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Marvin Gaye,
Blake Baxter,
Radio Birdman,
Reagan Youth,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Hill,
Hardrive,
Cluster,
UT,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
The Dirtbombs,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.