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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 Taipei and Winnipeg.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Jerry's Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Niagra,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
The Stooges,
The Cure,
Con Funk Shun,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kas Product,
Rekid,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vainqueur,
Reagan Youth,
Zero Boys,
Pierre Henry,
China Crisis,
Ohio Players,
Cheater Slicks,
Arcadia,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Section 25,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Khruangbin,
Magma,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
The Dave Clark Five,
Moebius,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Cecil Taylor,
Nas,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Tomorrow,
Dorothy Ashby,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
Mark Hollis,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Prince Buster,
The Cowsills,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.