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 Ethiopia 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gil Scott Heron to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Todd Terry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented,
Sam Rivers,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Dead Boys,
The Music Machine,
Terrestrial Tones,
Flash Fearless,
Grey Daturas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sandy B,
The Last Poets,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quantec,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Urselle,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Piero Umiliani,
Maleditus Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Scion,
Scott Walker,
Make Up,
Parry Music,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Velvet Underground,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Spandau Ballet,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Visage,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dirtbombs,
Blossom Toes,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.