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 Honduras and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Tremeloes,
Aswad,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Babytalk,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
the Slits,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Average White Band,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Mo-Dettes,
Ronan,
Goldenarms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Trojans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jacob Miller,
DNA,
Sonny Sharrock,
Faraquet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Godley & Creme,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sparks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soulsonic Force,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
48th St. Collective,
Agent Orange,
ABC,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Moebius,
Wire,
Malaria!,
The Sound,
The Cure,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Bourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Tears for Fears,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Public Enemy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harry Pussy,
Essential Logic,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.