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 New Zealand and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Music Machine,
Visage,
Carl Craig,
Slick Rick,
Kaleidoscope,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Robert Wyatt,
Ohio Players,
Von Mondo,
Newcleus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Stockholm Monsters,
China Crisis,
Echospace,
Swans,
Parry Music,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
Technova,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Martian,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Arthur Verocai,
Skaos,
The Sound,
Liliput,
Eric Copeland,
Funkadelic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Aural Exciters,
Pantaleimon,
The Dead C,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Raincoats,
Sam Rivers,
Fat Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Enemy,
Sight & Sound,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Glenn Branca,
Agitation Free,
Ten City,
Danielle Patucci,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
One Last Wish,
Girls At Our Best!,
Erykah Badu,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.