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 Argentina and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Outsiders to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Beasts of Bourbon. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marc Almond,
Bauhaus,
Bobby Byrd,
Deakin,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Prince Buster,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Make Up,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Nas,
Severed Heads,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Malaria!,
Stereo Dub,
U.S. Maple,
Harmonia,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ludus,
E-Dancer,
Erasure,
The Walker Brothers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Skarface,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
48th St. Collective,
Soul II Soul,
Morten Harket,
The Angels of Light,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jerry's Kids,
Terry Callier,
Soulsonic Force,
The Offenders,
In Retrospect,
Schoolly D,
Gichy Dan,
Stiv Bators,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Connie Case,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABC,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.