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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Lou Reed 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 Robert Görl to the electroclash 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Associates,
Panda Bear,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Whodini,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Patti Smith,
Cybotron,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
Roy Ayers,
Barry Ungar,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Todd Terry,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Franke,
Ponytail,
Con Funk Shun,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bauhaus,
The Seeds,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
John Holt,
Joyce Sims,
Alphaville,
Scrapy,
The Misunderstood,
The American Breed,
The Gap Band,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brand Nubian,
David Bowie,
Qualms,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Girls At Our Best!,
Freddie Wadling,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Robert Wyatt,
Clear Light,
Scientists,
Beasts of Bourbon,
John Foxx,
The Walker Brothers,
Shuggie Otis,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.