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 Bahrain and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Davy DMX to the rock 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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All New Order tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Lyres,
Pagans,
Lakeside,
Interpol,
Man Eating Sloth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dawn Penn,
The Names,
Godley & Creme,
Minutemen,
The Barracudas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Gladiators,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Terry,
Peter & Gordon,
Deepchord,
Joe Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
K-Klass,
Make Up,
Japan,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra,
Severed Heads,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Association,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echospace,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Fat Boys,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Theoretical Girls,
Ronnie Foster,
Nik Kershaw,
The Flesh Eaters,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
10cc,
Lalann,
The Cure,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.