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 Mozambique and from Lyon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeru the Damaja to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Light Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Radiohead,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Cure,
Half Japanese,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
John Coltrane,
MDC,
Echospace,
The Misunderstood,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The American Breed,
Soft Machine,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Buckinghams,
The Selecter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Duran Duran,
Sarah Menescal,
Crispian St. Peters,
Clear Light,
Organ,
Little Man,
Eli Mardock,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joe Finger,
Warren Ellis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Josef K,
Surgeon,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
Severed Heads,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fugs,
Bootsy Collins,
Franke,
Gastr Del Sol,
Whodini,
Eric Copeland,
Ponytail,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Heaven 17,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.