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 Papua New Guinea and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Kool Moe Dee to the jazz 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Techniques,
MDC,
the Normal,
Average White Band,
Sugar Minott,
Nico,
The Slackers,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Can,
Gang of Four,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tom Boy,
Freddie Wadling,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
48th St. Collective,
Dave Gahan,
Yaz,
K-Klass,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Simply Red,
Sonny Sharrock,
Minny Pops,
The Blackbyrds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Vogues,
Marmalade,
Bizarre Inc.,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
ABC,
Zapp,
The Standells,
Joey Negro,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
Nirvana,
Pierre Henry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Pet Shop Boys,
David Axelrod,
The Electric Prunes,
Dennis Brown,
Quadrant,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
Radiohead,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.