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 Mongolia and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Kurtis Blow,
Khruangbin,
ABC,
Beasts of Bourbon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Star Department,
DJ Style,
The Knickerbockers,
the Germs,
Albert Ayler,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
The Electric Prunes,
Newcleus,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
The Red Krayola,
John Holt,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Invisible,
AZ,
FM Einheit,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
Crime,
Dorothy Ashby,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quadrant,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
PIL,
K-Klass,
Erykah Badu,
The Dead C,
Nation of Ulysses,
Urselle,
Groovy Waters,
Eric Dolphy,
Sam Rivers,
Blossom Toes,
Lalann,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.