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 Kazakhstan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Michelle Simonal to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Scrapy,
Delta 5,
Scratch Acid,
Malaria!,
Urselle,
Make Up,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gichy Dan,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
Black Pus,
Black Sheep,
Moebius,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Smog,
Mandrill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kerri Chandler,
Ronan,
Au Pairs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Amazonics,
The Techniques,
Albert Ayler,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Bauhaus,
La Düsseldorf,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sällskapet,
The Monochrome Set,
Amon Düül,
Colin Newman,
Aural Exciters,
Technova,
Derrick May,
Darondo,
a-ha,
Al Stewart,
The New Christs,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Raincoats,
Subhumans,
Fat Boys,
Sun City Girls,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.