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 Mali and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 The Fortunes to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
The Doobie Brothers,
Peter & Gordon,
Mr. Review,
Minutemen,
Spandau Ballet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Prince Buster,
Urselle,
UT,
MC5,
Mad Mike,
the Bar-Kays,
Sixth Finger,
Radiohead,
Procol Harum,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
8 Eyed Spy,
Niagra,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ludus,
Yaz,
Bronski Beat,
Agitation Free,
The Smoke,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Von Mondo,
CMW,
Scrapy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
the Soft Cell,
Pierre Henry,
Fluxion,
Rhythm & Sound,
Anthony Braxton,
Dead Boys,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
John Lydon,
The Offenders,
Albert Ayler,
Byron Stingily,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Crime,
Funky Four + One,
Black Bananas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Accadde A,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Searchers,
Funkadelic,
Yazoo,
Bobby Sherman,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.