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 Korea North and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Unwound to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June Days,
Prince Buster,
Blossom Toes,
Animal Collective,
David Axelrod,
Ice-T,
L. Decosne,
The Saints,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
Make Up,
The Beau Brummels,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Das Ding,
Vainqueur,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soft Machine,
This Heat,
Bad Manners,
Kayak,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Mark Hollis,
Parry Music,
The Motions,
Accadde A,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nirvana,
The Durutti Column,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Roy Ayers,
Outsiders,
The Barracudas,
Carl Craig,
Stereo Dub,
DNA,
The Count Five,
Ronan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pierre Henry,
KRS-One,
a-ha,
K-Klass,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Nick Fraelich,
Judy Mowatt,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.