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 Greece and from Spokane.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Henry Cow to the rock 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Tim Buckley,
Agent Orange,
The Blues Magoos,
The Slackers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yaz,
Dave Gahan,
D'Angelo,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Whodini,
Maurizio,
Adolescents,
Sex Pistols,
Faraquet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
In Retrospect,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Barrington Levy,
Harmonia,
PIL,
Alphaville,
Eden Ahbez,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ultra Naté,
The Associates,
Dennis Brown,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Todd Terry,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Skatalites,
Monks,
H. Thieme,
Aswad,
Nik Kershaw,
The Seeds,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bill Near,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Star Department,
Ituana,
Black Bananas,
Slick Rick,
Sun Ra,
Yazoo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Eurythmics,
Japan,
Ken Boothe,
The Dead C,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.