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 Solomon Islands and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Funky Four + One to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
8 Eyed Spy,
a-ha,
Kayak,
Lalann,
Rapeman,
Panda Bear,
DNA,
Quantec,
The New Christs,
Michelle Simonal,
48th St. Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Davy DMX,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed,
Scott Walker,
Eden Ahbez,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
PIL,
Don Cherry,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Country Teasers,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Divine Comedy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Das Ding,
Susan Cadogan,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
Jeff Mills,
Absolute Body Control,
Intrusion,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
China Crisis,
the Association,
Soft Machine,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.