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 Seychelles and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar 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 Chris Corsano to the rock 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Interpol,
Kayak,
Roxy Music,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantytec,
Rod Modell,
Black Bananas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Buckinghams,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Inner City,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
X-Ray Spex,
Joey Negro,
FM Einheit,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
These Immortal Souls,
Cameo,
Laurel Aitken,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
E-Dancer,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sound Behaviour,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
Tubeway Army,
Heaven 17,
China Crisis,
EPMD,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mark Hollis,
Stiv Bators,
Crash Course in Science,
Cheater Slicks,
Roger Hodgson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wings,
kango's stein massive,
Darondo,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül II,
Dead Boys,
John Holt,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Dark Day,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.