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 Palau and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All The Mighty Diamonds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Television Personalities,
Howard Jones,
The Neon Judgement,
Moss Icon,
Amon Düül,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Eric Copeland,
David McCallum,
Peter and Kerry,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Althea and Donna,
John Coltrane,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Skatalites,
Wasted Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Masters at Work,
The Stooges,
The Slits,
Scion,
Godley & Creme,
Youth Brigade,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
Monolake,
Nas,
The Red Krayola,
Alton Ellis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Searchers,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
the Association,
Funky Four + One,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sällskapet,
Mr. Review,
The Count Five,
Boredoms,
Swans,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gastr Del Sol,
Ultra Naté,
Andrew Hill,
Groovy Waters,
Supertramp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.