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 Yemen and from Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Barbara Tucker to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Yazoo,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Monolake,
Jeff Mills,
Marmalade,
Max Romeo,
Joyce Sims,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Ten City,
Fela Kuti,
The Smiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soul Sonic Force,
This Heat,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Alison Limerick,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
The Doobie Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Modern Lovers,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marvin Gaye,
Suicide,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Remains,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lucky Dragons,
Sandy B,
Procol Harum,
Symarip,
June of 44,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Desert Stars,
New Order,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.