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 Serbia and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Radiohead to the punk 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
Das Ding,
Echospace,
The J.B.'s,
The Blues Magoos,
Byron Stingily,
Sugar Minott,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Bobby Sherman,
Deepchord,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
E-Dancer,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
UT,
Bootsy Collins,
Lalann,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gichy Dan,
Bush Tetras,
Kas Product,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ken Boothe,
Infiniti,
Scion,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ituana,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
The Knickerbockers,
Smog,
New Order,
Suburban Knight,
Accadde A,
Junior Murvin,
The Dead C,
CMW,
Quando Quango,
Dark Day,
Wasted Youth,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Porter Ricks,
the Normal,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Soul II Soul,
Pere Ubu,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fortunes,
Kaleidoscope,
Throbbing Gristle,
Skaos,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.