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 Eritrea and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Desert Stars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
A Certain Ratio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Toni Rubio,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
John Cale,
The Slackers,
Matthew Bourne,
The Birthday Party,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Laurel Aitken,
Radiopuhelimet,
Camouflage,
Bobby Sherman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gregory Isaacs,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
EPMD,
China Crisis,
Shoche,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Fat Boys,
Radio Birdman,
ABBA,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Zeros,
Cal Tjader,
Lyres,
The Stooges,
Public Enemy,
Dennis Brown,
The Wake,
Tommy Roe,
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
Letta Mbulu,
Ronan,
Cheater Slicks,
Sister Nancy,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Scientists,
Bobby Womack,
Nico,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Das Ding,
Monolake,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.