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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 David Bowie to the grunge 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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Kerri Chandler,
Jeff Lynne,
Bill Near,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Depeche Mode,
Mad Mike,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Birthday Party,
The Neon Judgement,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
48th St. Collective,
Echospace,
Groovy Waters,
The Pop Group,
The Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
Blancmange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Ossler,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dawn Penn,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Fuzztones,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marine Girls,
Alphaville,
Deadbeat,
Radiohead,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joensuu 1685,
Traffic Nightmare,
Darondo,
The Black Dice,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sugar Minott,
The Golliwogs,
Fela Kuti,
The Fire Engines,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Nils Olav,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.