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 Rwanda and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott Heron to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Pylon,
Lightning Bolt,
Altered Images,
Slave,
Dead Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Moss Icon,
The Sonics,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Amon Düül,
The Associates,
Simply Red,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Quadrant,
Inner City,
Rhythm & Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Style,
The Modern Lovers,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fugs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gong,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Shoche,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sound Behaviour,
John Holt,
Yusef Lateef,
The Neon Judgement,
Andrew Hill,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Mars,
Rotary Connection,
Sam Rivers,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Moody Blues,
The Fall,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.