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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 sitar 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 OOIOO to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
June of 44,
Wolf Eyes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Camberwell Now,
Royal Trux,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Swell Maps,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Smog,
Simply Red,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Green,
China Crisis,
Masters at Work,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thee Headcoats,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Womack,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
the Slits,
Crooked Eye,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Lalann,
Derrick May,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Spoonie Gee,
Tres Demented,
X-Ray Spex,
Nirvana,
Siglo XX,
Ossler,
Franke,
John Foxx,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Crime,
Junior Murvin,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.