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 Nepal and from Columbus.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 808 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 Neil Young to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Little Man,
Reuben Wilson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Move,
Steve Hackett,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Underground Resistance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
ABBA,
Moby Grape,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
48th St. Collective,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Dead Boys,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Junior Murvin,
Darondo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Connie Case,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Jacob Miller,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Buckinghams,
Andrew Hill,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Fuzztones,
The Count Five,
Vainqueur,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Black Flag,
Mark Hollis,
The Monochrome Set,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris Corsano,
Brothers Johnson,
Warren Ellis,
UT,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Sam Rivers,
The Last Poets,
Gang Starr,
Wally Richardson,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.