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 Moldova and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Hot Snakes 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Interpol,
The Last Poets,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Scrapy,
Cybotron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Donald Byrd,
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Nas,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
Bush Tetras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Skriet,
The Moleskins,
Make Up,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smiths,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Urselle,
Jacob Miller,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Wake,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Can,
Parry Music,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Althea and Donna,
The Monochrome Set,
Simply Red,
H. Thieme,
Swans,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
Boredoms,
Reuben Wilson,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Cymande,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Fugs,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gabor Szabo,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
X-102,
D'Angelo,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.