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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ken Boothe,
Wolf Eyes,
Arab on Radar,
Sam Rivers,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Skaos,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Wyatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Rakim,
Pantytec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sugar Minott,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cheater Slicks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Von Mondo,
The Star Department,
Royal Trux,
Minutemen,
Trumans Water,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fortunes,
The Moleskins,
Country Teasers,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
X-102,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
The Zeros,
10cc,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suicide,
Aaron Thompson,
Essential Logic,
Pulsallama,
Sister Nancy,
Mr. Review,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Robert Görl,
Joensuu 1685,
PIL,
Todd Terry,
The Wake,
Kenny Larkin,
Lower 48,
Bad Manners,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Gap Band,
Moby Grape,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Moebius,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.