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 the UAE and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Smoke to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott Heron. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Patti Smith,
Soulsonic Force,
Wings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Anthony Braxton,
Spandau Ballet,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
Man Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oneida,
Ultravox,
Iggy Pop,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
E-Dancer,
Yaz,
Faraquet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
Brand Nubian,
The Slackers,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Cure,
The Gap Band,
Josef K,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
The Barracudas,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
Arthur Verocai,
Hoover,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zero Boys,
Bobby Womack,
Steve Hackett,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Howard Jones,
John Foxx,
The Fuzztones,
Ice-T,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Crime,
The New Christs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
X-101,
Yellowson,
The Moleskins,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.