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 United States and from Lagos.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Bluetip to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Sheep,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
a-ha,
Kurtis Blow,
Junior Murvin,
Warren Ellis,
Infiniti,
The Kinks,
Suburban Knight,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
MC5,
Loose Ends,
The Barracudas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Absolute Body Control,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Wire,
F. McDonald,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Robert Hood,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Wells,
Scott Walker,
Depeche Mode,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Section 25,
Prince Buster,
Black Bananas,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
Al Stewart,
Television,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Donny Hathaway,
H. Thieme,
Crash Course in Science,
Yusef Lateef,
Pussy Galore,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.