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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Absolute Body Control to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Nico,
The Pop Group,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Henry Cow,
Bill Wells,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pylon,
Buzzcocks,
FM Einheit,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
Warsaw,
Idris Muhammad,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Derrick May,
Barrington Levy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Slits,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Misunderstood,
Rod Modell,
Eddi Front,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Swell Maps,
Nation of Ulysses,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Junior Murvin,
Accadde A,
Juan Atkins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marmalade,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dark Day,
EPMD,
Scratch Acid,
Nick Fraelich,
Marcia Griffiths,
Technova,
Archie Shepp,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Eric Dolphy,
The Gap Band,
Sister Nancy,
DJ Sneak,
Robert Hood,
Skaos,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
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.