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 Yemen and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Second Layer to the rap 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 Residents. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kayak,
OOIOO,
Connie Case,
Amon Düül II,
Max Romeo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Monks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ronnie Foster,
JFA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Simply Red,
The Angels of Light,
Eden Ahbez,
The Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Buzzcocks,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Bluetip,
The Five Americans,
Anthony Braxton,
Fela Kuti,
The Martian,
Kool Moe Dee,
Scientists,
Audionom,
Sun City Girls,
China Crisis,
Trumans Water,
Das Ding,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Camberwell Now,
Severed Heads,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Animal Collective,
Black Bananas,
Ludus,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Man Eating Sloth,
Archie Shepp,
The Gun Club,
Wire,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Easy Going,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
The Dave Clark Five,
PIL,
CMW,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.