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 Lesotho and from Spokane.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 OOIOO to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The United States of America. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Morten Harket record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tomorrow,
The Modern Lovers,
Scratch Acid,
Jeff Mills,
In Retrospect,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fatback Band,
Prince Buster,
The Moody Blues,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
China Crisis,
Ultravox,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
John Lydon,
Gang Green,
Davy DMX,
Suburban Knight,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Sherman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Grauzone,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Yellowson,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joyce Sims,
Nils Olav,
Dawn Penn,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rufus Thomas,
Pantaleimon,
Mandrill,
Amon Düül,
Adolescents,
Brand Nubian,
The Durutti Column,
T. Rex,
The Grass Roots,
Goldenarms,
Charles Mingus,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Scientists,
David McCallum,
Jacques Brel,
Kayak,
Grey Daturas,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Girls At Our Best!,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.