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 Oman and from Delhi.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and London.
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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Cymande to the rock 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Al Stewart,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Royal Trux,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Kayak,
Franke,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mark Hollis,
Dark Day,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Laurel Aitken,
Zero Boys,
Clear Light,
David Bowie,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
The Martian,
Sonic Youth,
Magma,
F. McDonald,
Duran Duran,
Amon Düül,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Harry Pussy,
Henry Cow,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Circle Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
The Moody Blues,
Silicon Teens,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Seeds,
Marc Almond,
Pantytec,
Black Moon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Visage,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Offenders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Doors,
Judy Mowatt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Prince Buster,
U.S. Maple,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.