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 Jordan and from Cairo.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lucky Dragons,
The Zeros,
The Pop Group,
Black Pus,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Babytalk,
Fad Gadget,
Smog,
The Human League,
Ossler,
The Standells,
Bronski Beat,
KRS-One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Parry Music,
The Smoke,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The American Breed,
Arthur Verocai,
Sam Rivers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Barracudas,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Brand Nubian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Thee Headcoats,
Schoolly D,
Tropical Tobacco,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mars,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Count Five,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Laurel Aitken,
Amazonics,
Echospace,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
cv313,
Chris Corsano,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Maleditus Sound,
The Stooges,
Vladislav Delay,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cal Tjader,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.