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 Brunei and from Bremen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
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 organ 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 Sex Pistols to the grunge 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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jandek,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Flash Fearless,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Young Marble Giants,
The Standells,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Audionom,
T.S.O.L.,
Donald Byrd,
Gastr Del Sol,
Swell Maps,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Blackbyrds,
Livin' Joy,
Janne Schatter,
Gang Green,
Drive Like Jehu,
Aswad,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
MC5,
Nik Kershaw,
Tubeway Army,
Amon Düül,
Nirvana,
The Alarm Clocks,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul II Soul,
Sight & Sound,
Sun Ra,
The Invisible,
The Dave Clark Five,
La Düsseldorf,
Half Japanese,
Black Pus,
Wasted Youth,
Section 25,
June Days,
Slave,
Ken Boothe,
The Associates,
Cybotron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bobby Byrd,
Masters at Work,
Skarface,
Gong,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Negative Approach,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.