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 Cuba and from Delhi.
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 Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Erykah Badu to the jazz 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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Wire,
8 Eyed Spy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Subhumans,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Maurizio,
AZ,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ultravox,
Arcadia,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Index,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
The Fortunes,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Boz Scaggs,
The Martian,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
the Association,
Radio Birdman,
Nils Olav,
Nas,
Peter and Kerry,
Dark Day,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Black Flag,
The Raincoats,
L. Decosne,
Flamin' Groovies,
Byron Stingily,
Joe Finger,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Roy Ayers,
Soulsonic Force,
Big Daddy Kane,
Danielle Patucci,
Infiniti,
Boogie Down Productions,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Josef K,
The Mojo Men,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.