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 Mexico and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the grime 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Saccharine Trust record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Nick Fraelich,
The Smiths,
Gong,
Gang Starr,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shuggie Otis,
Joe Smooth,
Bobby Byrd,
Michelle Simonal,
Stockholm Monsters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Wake,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
U.S. Maple,
Desert Stars,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
MDC,
Crash Course in Science,
Joy Division,
The Durutti Column,
Connie Case,
Theoretical Girls,
New Age Steppers,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mummies,
Ultravox,
Cluster,
The Knickerbockers,
Unrelated Segments,
Bob Dylan,
Adolescents,
Depeche Mode,
Lightning Bolt,
Suburban Knight,
the Soft Cell,
Gichy Dan,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Grandmaster Flash,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joyce Sims,
The Martian,
Yellowson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scratch Acid,
Fluxion,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pole,
Althea and Donna,
Monolake,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.