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 Brunei 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 808 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 Bobby Byrd to the grime 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Stooges 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marvin Gaye,
The Moleskins,
Fifty Foot Hose,
World's Most,
Desert Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Patti Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ten City,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grauzone,
Lindisfarne,
the Normal,
La Düsseldorf,
Man Parrish,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
Swans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Model 500,
Banda Bassotti,
Ralphi Rosario,
Babytalk,
The Last Poets,
Steve Hackett,
Magma,
Brick,
Fela Kuti,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spoonie Gee,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Saccharine Trust,
Piero Umiliani,
Janne Schatter,
The Music Machine,
Robert Wyatt,
The Smoke,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
The Gladiators,
The Mummies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang Green,
Nick Fraelich,
Lucky Dragons,
R.M.O.,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.