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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 808 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 Kaleidoscope to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Rotary Connection,
Second Layer,
Lee Hazlewood,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
Morten Harket,
Jerry's Kids,
Crooked Eye,
Althea and Donna,
Cymande,
Nick Fraelich,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nik Kershaw,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Swans,
EPMD,
Agitation Free,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerrie Biddell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tubeway Army,
Marcia Griffiths,
DNA,
Von Mondo,
OOIOO,
Gang Starr,
Rites of Spring,
UT,
Curtis Mayfield,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
David McCallum,
Swell Maps,
Qualms,
Excepter,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
KRS-One,
H. Thieme,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Aloha Tigers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.