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 Eritrea and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the rock 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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Enemy,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Popol Vuh,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lindisfarne,
Mad Mike,
Stereo Dub,
Cluster,
Marmalade,
Television,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Grass Roots,
The Modern Lovers,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Erykah Badu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Moss Icon,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Fortunes,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amazonics,
Brick,
New Order,
D'Angelo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rufus Thomas,
Althea and Donna,
Wire,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ken Boothe,
Pylon,
Roxette,
The Evens,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Steve Hackett,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nas,
Crispy Ambulance,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Neil Young,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.