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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Thee Headcoats to the electroclash 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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
The Beau Brummels,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Mills,
Rekid,
Moss Icon,
MC5,
Neu!,
PIL,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cameo,
The New Christs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Outsiders,
Junior Murvin,
Con Funk Shun,
Pole,
Colin Newman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Moon,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
A Certain Ratio,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Letta Mbulu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sight & Sound,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lakeside,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Maleditus Sound,
The Remains,
the Soft Cell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wasted Youth,
Ornette Coleman,
Cheater Slicks,
FM Einheit,
The Vogues,
Sixth Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.