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 Georgia and from London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Winnipeg.
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 snare 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Thee Headcoats,
Pantaleimon,
Country Teasers,
The Techniques,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
Masters at Work,
Brick,
Theoretical Girls,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Monolake,
The Golliwogs,
Scan 7,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
Negative Approach,
Second Layer,
Nick Fraelich,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cecil Taylor,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Barbara Tucker,
AZ,
The Count Five,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rosa Yemen,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pere Ubu,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
The Fugs,
In Retrospect,
Hasil Adkins,
Reagan Youth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Freddie Wadling,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Christie,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Cabaret Voltaire,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang Green,
Swans,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.