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 Egypt and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Animal Collective,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joey Negro,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Suburban Knight,
Spoonie Gee,
Marvin Gaye,
Isaac Hayes,
Arthur Verocai,
Minutemen,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Todd Rundgren,
This Heat,
Sunsets and Hearts,
World's Most,
L. Decosne,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Grass Roots,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quantec,
The Stooges,
The Young Rascals,
Desert Stars,
Technova,
the Slits,
Josef K,
The Tremeloes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mr. Review,
Man Parrish,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Leonard Cohen,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jerry's Kids,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Standells,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Darondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pussy Galore,
The Misunderstood,
Sonic Youth,
Simply Red,
Trumans Water,
Q65,
Neu!,
Tomorrow,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.