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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
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 Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fall. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ 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?
L. Decosne,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ronnie Foster,
Moebius,
Chris Corsano,
The Sonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Slits,
Magma,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Danielle Patucci,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pylon,
Barbara Tucker,
Pantaleimon,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
The Index,
John Holt,
Boz Scaggs,
Harmonia,
New Age Steppers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Royal Trux,
The Beau Brummels,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
Laurel Aitken,
Moss Icon,
Sixth Finger,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Count Five,
Connie Case,
The Move,
Rod Modell,
Suicide,
Smog,
Wire,
The Seeds,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Don Cherry,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Oblivians,
Spoonie Gee,
Mo-Dettes,
Marvin Gaye,
The Buckinghams,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Barracudas,
Nils Olav,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.