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 United Kingdom and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the güiro 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 Boz Scaggs to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Mummies,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Grey Daturas,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ornette Coleman,
Youth Brigade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Last Poets,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
The Velvet Underground,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
Soulsonic Force,
DJ Sneak,
Sparks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Grass Roots,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-101,
The Vogues,
Average White Band,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Excepter,
Basic Channel,
The Kinks,
Sun Ra,
Henry Cow,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
The Fuzztones,
a-ha,
Chrome,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
The Associates,
Robert Görl,
Joy Division,
Anthony Braxton,
The Mojo Men,
Byron Stingily,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.