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 Woodstock.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the crunk 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 Stiv Bators. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
The Gun Club,
The Gories,
Index,
Blossom Toes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masters at Work,
The United States of America,
Archie Shepp,
Nils Olav,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ken Boothe,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Public Enemy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Gregory Isaacs,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
The Techniques,
Spoonie Gee,
Hot Snakes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Invisible,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Fela Kuti,
Echospace,
Joyce Sims,
Dave Gahan,
Gang Green,
Jandek,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Almond,
Laurel Aitken,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Flesh Eaters,
Inner City,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Iggy Pop,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
Heaven 17,
The Raincoats,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Boredoms,
Andrew Hill,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.