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 Ethiopia and from Manchester.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 David Axelrod to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
Livin' Joy,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
Robert Wyatt,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
A Certain Ratio,
The Remains,
Rites of Spring,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Residents,
Faust,
Quando Quango,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
New York Dolls,
Silicon Teens,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Marmalade,
Alice Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Glambeats Corp.,
Byron Stingily,
Sarah Menescal,
The Saints,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Monks,
DJ Style,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Starr,
Sonic Youth,
Hashim,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Crooked Eye,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
X-102,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
Crispian St. Peters,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
The Wake,
Rakim,
OOIOO,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Jerry's Kids,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Agitation Free,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.