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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Toni Rubio to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Searchers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Vogues,
Intrusion,
Delta 5,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Bang On A Can,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doobie Brothers,
Shoche,
The American Breed,
8 Eyed Spy,
Junior Murvin,
Mr. Review,
DJ Style,
Kool Moe Dee,
AZ,
Ken Boothe,
Shuggie Otis,
Bad Manners,
The Kinks,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
The New Christs,
Franke,
Kerri Chandler,
Maleditus Sound,
Model 500,
Jandek,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Coltrane,
The Cramps,
Steve Hackett,
the Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Bootsy Collins,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minutemen,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Sister Nancy,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-Ray Spex,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Rites of Spring,
Amon Düül II,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kurtis Blow,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.