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 Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Michael McDonald 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 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Simply Red,
Gregory Isaacs,
Derrick May,
Aaron Thompson,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
Cheater Slicks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Last Poets,
Can,
Boredoms,
Amon Düül,
The Toasters,
L. Decosne,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Bauhaus,
Minnie Riperton,
Goldenarms,
The Stooges,
Bobby Hutcherson,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
The Vogues,
Scrapy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Monks,
Toni Rubio,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Black Flag,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Motorama,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Quantec,
Nirvana,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
Anthony Braxton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Silicon Teens,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.