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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
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 spring reverb 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 Hasil Adkins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Outsiders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Arcadia,
Mars,
Au Pairs,
Piero Umiliani,
Vladislav Delay,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mandrill,
Eric B and Rakim,
Smog,
Khruangbin,
Susan Cadogan,
Q and Not U,
Sly & The Family Stone,
LL Cool J,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Moby Grape,
Deadbeat,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Gil Scott Heron,
John Coltrane,
The Dead C,
Darondo,
The Fugs,
Magazine,
Monks,
Kas Product,
Blancmange,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Thompson Twins,
Rufus Thomas,
Minutemen,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
The Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
Black Flag,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Marine Girls,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Banda Bassotti,
Ice-T,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
Davy DMX,
Ornette Coleman,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Rod Modell,
June of 44,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.