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 Saudi Arabia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Procol Harum to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Wake,
Joensuu 1685,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
The Electric Prunes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bang On A Can,
The Cowsills,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Brick,
Pierre Henry,
Camberwell Now,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Yusef Lateef,
Jerry's Kids,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
June Days,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Jacques Brel,
Hardrive,
DJ Style,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed,
Mission of Burma,
Theoretical Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
D'Angelo,
The Skatalites,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Loose Ends,
Adolescents,
Spoonie Gee,
FM Einheit,
Negative Approach,
Lou Christie,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
John Lydon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.