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 Egypt and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Liliput to the rock 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Radio Birdman,
Saccharine Trust,
The Dead C,
The Raincoats,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
Lou Christie,
Intrusion,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Brothers Johnson,
Susan Cadogan,
Kenny Larkin,
Cheater Slicks,
Oblivians,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Henry Cow,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
Pharoah Sanders,
Circle Jerks,
Supertramp,
Technova,
The Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Hoover,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blake Baxter,
Bill Wells,
Wasted Youth,
The American Breed,
Thee Headcoats,
June Days,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Archie Shepp,
Von Mondo,
Sällskapet,
Eurythmics,
Rosa Yemen,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eden Ahbez,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.