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 Malta and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Duran Duran to the rock 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 Ice-T. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grauzone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Donny Hathaway,
Altered Images,
Matthew Halsall,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
X-101,
Josef K,
Dual Sessions,
Moss Icon,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Nas,
Chris Corsano,
Mars,
The Cure,
New Order,
Black Sheep,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cymande,
The Dead C,
Lucky Dragons,
Rosa Yemen,
Camberwell Now,
Moby Grape,
John Coltrane,
Tom Boy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Flipper,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Bill Near,
Anthony Braxton,
Piero Umiliani,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Buckinghams,
Rapeman,
New Age Steppers,
Flamin' Groovies,
Swans,
Duran Duran,
Morten Harket,
Depeche Mode,
the Association,
Sandy B,
Mad Mike,
Albert Ayler,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.