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 Panama and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Radiopuhelimet 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
World's Most,
The Leaves,
Jerry's Kids,
James White and The Blacks,
Cameo,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
The Fugs,
The Blues Magoos,
The Birthday Party,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Robert Hood,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Wire,
Lalann,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Roy Ayers,
Unwound,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Juan Atkins,
Sun City Girls,
DJ Sneak,
Fluxion,
The Neon Judgement,
Hashim,
the Fania All-Stars,
David Bowie,
Q and Not U,
Anakelly,
Mr. Review,
Skarface,
Dead Boys,
The Barracudas,
Simply Red,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Tim Buckley,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Negative Approach,
Ten City,
Grandmaster Flash,
Monks,
The Black Dice,
Crispy Ambulance,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.