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 India and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Guru Guru to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy Collins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Derrick May,
Blossom Toes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Half Japanese,
Brand Nubian,
Boz Scaggs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Charles Mingus,
Drexciya,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
Lou Reed,
Con Funk Shun,
Piero Umiliani,
Mars,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Archie Shepp,
Tom Boy,
Wasted Youth,
Ludus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Smog,
Donald Byrd,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arthur Verocai,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grauzone,
Soft Cell,
David McCallum,
The Cramps,
Cameo,
DNA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Swell Maps,
Liliput,
Lindisfarne,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.