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 Mauritania and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the oboe 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 Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Busters,
The Kinks,
Terry Callier,
Brick,
Max Romeo,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Prince Buster,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Carl Craig,
Little Man,
Stiv Bators,
Sparks,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Ituana,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Tremeloes,
Liliput,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Aswad,
Minny Pops,
The Smiths,
Camouflage,
Kevin Saunderson,
Wings,
New Order,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skaos,
Magma,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Theoretical Girls,
Dead Boys,
Rapeman,
Rites of Spring,
The Moody Blues,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sugar Minott,
Eli Mardock,
The Divine Comedy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Techniques,
Joy Division,
R.M.O.,
Black Bananas,
June Days,
Joyce Sims,
Country Teasers,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.