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 Namibia and from Madrid.
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 Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 The Associates to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Model 500,
Shoche,
Lou Christie,
Marvin Gaye,
Dual Sessions,
Anthony Braxton,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lightning Bolt,
Pulsallama,
Faust,
Crash Course in Science,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Leonard Cohen,
Lucky Dragons,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Nick Fraelich,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Qualms,
Yaz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
The Divine Comedy,
Minnie Riperton,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Essential Logic,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Josef K,
Fear,
Black Bananas,
Camouflage,
Gastr Del Sol,
Danielle Patucci,
Eric B and Rakim,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Deadbeat,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Schoolly D,
Deakin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Germs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Amon Düül II,
Gabor Szabo,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.