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 Malaysia and from New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Scrapy,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aswad,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
Crash Course in Science,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Erykah Badu,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Girls At Our Best!,
U.S. Maple,
Idris Muhammad,
The Five Americans,
Von Mondo,
Das Ding,
Robert Wyatt,
The Move,
Neil Young,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joey Negro,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod,
Public Enemy,
Flash Fearless,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
Sam Rivers,
Roxy Music,
Lightning Bolt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
The Zeros,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
World's Most,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
The Doors,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cameo,
Eric Copeland,
Suburban Knight,
Japan,
R.M.O.,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.