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 Iraq and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ultimate Spinach to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All La Düsseldorf tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jerry's Kids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Supertramp,
Nas,
Avey Tare,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Zapp,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Scan 7,
Letta Mbulu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Camouflage,
Flipper,
Eric Copeland,
Gang Starr,
Ken Boothe,
Barrington Levy,
The Buckinghams,
Roxette,
Junior Murvin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sister Nancy,
The Walker Brothers,
Guru Guru,
Deadbeat,
The Doors,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anthony Braxton,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Electric Prunes,
Scratch Acid,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Derrick May,
Lower 48,
Electric Prunes,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Halsall,
Procol Harum,
the Swans,
Bush Tetras,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Eden Ahbez,
Scion,
Tres Demented,
Kerri Chandler,
MDC,
Second Layer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.