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 Kuwait and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Monochrome Set,
Kenny Larkin,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soft Cell,
The Names,
The Leaves,
Man Eating Sloth,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Lower 48,
L. Decosne,
The Move,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
June Days,
Bush Tetras,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Clear Light,
Eurythmics,
CMW,
Echospace,
Easy Going,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
Altered Images,
Warren Ellis,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Slick Rick,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Residents,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Model 500,
Von Mondo,
Cybotron,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Normal,
F. McDonald,
The Cure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jacques Brel,
Chris Corsano,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Goldenarms,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.