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 Kuwait and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Germs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Morten Harket,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Japan,
Darondo,
Angry Samoans,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Andrew Hill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Five Americans,
Pere Ubu,
Talk Talk,
The Young Rascals,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mars,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
10cc,
Moebius,
Eddi Front,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
X-102,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Cymande,
U.S. Maple,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gang Starr,
A Certain Ratio,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Alison Limerick,
Lyres,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Joy Division,
Underground Resistance,
Rotary Connection,
Fela Kuti,
Lalo Schifrin,
Erykah Badu,
Shuggie Otis,
The Busters,
Loose Ends,
Black Moon,
Yellowson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Marshall Jefferson,
Smog,
EPMD,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Babytalk,
The Velvet Underground,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Remains,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.