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 Spokane.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 harpsichord 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 Man Eating Sloth to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Moody Blues. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Bill Wells,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tommy Roe,
Saccharine Trust,
Roxette,
Joey Negro,
Alice Coltrane,
Symarip,
Pantaleimon,
Steve Hackett,
Scientists,
The Moody Blues,
Inner City,
Grey Daturas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Janne Schatter,
Leonard Cohen,
Pole,
K-Klass,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Tomorrow,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
The Doobie Brothers,
Iggy Pop,
T. Rex,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Pantytec,
UT,
The Mummies,
The Litter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
Eric Dolphy,
Rod Modell,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Derrick May,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Brass Construction,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radiopuhelimet,
Harry Pussy,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Royal Trux,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic, Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic.
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.