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 Samoa and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
The Gories,
Lower 48,
Porter Ricks,
Agent Orange,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Cramps,
The Mummies,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Von Mondo,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Mad Mike,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Cure,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Young Rascals,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Patti Smith,
Tom Boy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Human League,
Quando Quango,
Albert Ayler,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hot Snakes,
Juan Atkins,
Radiohead,
Mo-Dettes,
Archie Shepp,
Sparks,
Donald Byrd,
Yazoo,
T. Rex,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Thompson Twins,
Joey Negro,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nils Olav,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
June Days,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
Howard Jones,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.