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 Cyprus and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Holger Czukay 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül II,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dennis Brown,
Faust,
The Happenings,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
Don Cherry,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cameo,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Dave Gahan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
Intrusion,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Newcleus,
The Vogues,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Last Poets,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Mills,
Jawbox,
Isaac Hayes,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pere Ubu,
John Coltrane,
Thee Headcoats,
Arab on Radar,
Shuggie Otis,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Busters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Massinfluence,
The Litter,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange,
L. Decosne,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.