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 Bhutan and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
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 chamberlin 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Eating Sloth. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Urselle,
DJ Sneak,
Steve Hackett,
Technova,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Fear,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Q65,
The Golliwogs,
Scientists,
Duran Duran,
Laurel Aitken,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiohead,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control,
the Bar-Kays,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Television,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Magazine,
Joy Division,
Danielle Patucci,
Wasted Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Yellowson,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Liliput,
The Red Krayola,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Bauhaus,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ossler,
The Stooges,
The Beau Brummels,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lucky Dragons,
Marc Almond,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
Robert Wyatt,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.