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 Cyprus 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tim Buckley to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
Model 500,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Ultra Naté,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Moleskins,
Deepchord,
the Bar-Kays,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
Tres Demented,
Lalann,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Aaron Thompson,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Cowsills,
Eric B and Rakim,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
Sex Pistols,
Scrapy,
Chris & Cosey,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Sound Behaviour,
Kerri Chandler,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Lynne,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
H. Thieme,
Cal Tjader,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Guru Guru,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick Morgan,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.