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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Public Enemy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit 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 rock 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
D'Angelo,
Soft Cell,
Slick Rick,
The Doors,
The Wake,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Matthew Halsall,
F. McDonald,
Babytalk,
Franke,
The Martian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tomorrow,
Underground Resistance,
Robert Wyatt,
Judy Mowatt,
Mo-Dettes,
Spoonie Gee,
Kayak,
MDC,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Chris & Cosey,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Gang of Four,
10cc,
Make Up,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
Fugazi,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Patti Smith,
The Slackers,
Adolescents,
Terry Callier,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Dirtbombs,
Echospace,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faraquet,
Skaos,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-102,
Harmonia,
Unrelated Segments,
Alton Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Panda Bear,
Roxette,
Hoover,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.