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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Dennis Brown to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a rhodes 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 güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Drexciya,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scion,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-102,
John Foxx,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Radio Birdman,
Sarah Menescal,
DJ Sneak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Pretty Things,
Ohio Players,
Deakin,
Lucky Dragons,
Subhumans,
Fluxion,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
the Soft Cell,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ossler,
Pulsallama,
Spandau Ballet,
The J.B.'s,
Animal Collective,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Rufus Thomas,
Section 25,
Ken Boothe,
The Martian,
Fatback Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gang Green,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Whodini,
These Immortal Souls,
Brand Nubian,
The United States of America,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skriet,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Grey Daturas,
Simply Red,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Lyres,
Panda Bear,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.