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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Smog to the disco 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Zeros,
Kurtis Blow,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
Stereo Dub,
Gang Starr,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Anakelly,
Echospace,
Ponytail,
Avey Tare,
Absolute Body Control,
The Offenders,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Bad Manners,
The Barracudas,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Barbara Tucker,
Barrington Levy,
Grauzone,
Robert Wyatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Quantec,
Crime,
Kaleidoscope,
Underground Resistance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Golliwogs,
Moby Grape,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Little Man,
Alison Limerick,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Loose Ends,
The Techniques,
Delta 5,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.