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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Hong Kong.
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 arpeggiator 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 Jacob Miller to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Pulsallama,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Susan Cadogan,
Swans,
Main Source,
Tubeway Army,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Adolescents,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Sound,
Marmalade,
The Fortunes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Accadde A,
Ken Boothe,
Porter Ricks,
Parry Music,
Rites of Spring,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Davy DMX,
Janne Schatter,
Interpol,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
The Leaves,
Niagra,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Misunderstood,
Black Flag,
U.S. Maple,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Supertramp,
Skarface,
The Seeds,
Mandrill,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
Cameo,
Joyce Sims,
Sight & Sound,
Popol Vuh,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mars,
Brass Construction,
Brothers Johnson,
Idris Muhammad,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.