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 Japan and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 guitar 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 Pharoah Sanders to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Ultravox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Niagra,
Erykah Badu,
Bush Tetras,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
the Slits,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Reuben Wilson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Radiopuhelimet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Dave Clark Five,
Reagan Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Todd Terry,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
Mo-Dettes,
Soft Cell,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Skriet,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
The Move,
Urselle,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Detroit Cobras,
Organ,
Silicon Teens,
Frankie Knuckles,
F. McDonald,
Johnny Clarke,
The Trojans,
Don Cherry,
Fela Kuti,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Delta 5,
Girls At Our Best!,
JFA,
Gil Scott Heron,
Public Enemy,
Suburban Knight,
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.