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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Half Japanese to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Circle Jerks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
X-101,
Be Bop Deluxe,
F. McDonald,
The Zeros,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Metal Thangz,
Whodini,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Saccharine Trust,
Scan 7,
Kool Moe Dee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Talk Talk,
Neu!,
the Slits,
Fear,
Radiohead,
Mantronix,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
kango's stein massive,
Inner City,
The Monochrome Set,
Audionom,
Mad Mike,
The Tremeloes,
Black Pus,
Lucky Dragons,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
Drive Like Jehu,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ultra Naté,
Henry Cow,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Sällskapet,
New Order,
Jerry's Kids,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Niagra,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mission of Burma,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.