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 Iceland and from Tehran.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Pharoah Sanders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fat Boys,
Technova,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
The Cramps,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
Animal Collective,
John Foxx,
Neil Young,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rakim,
Black Bananas,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Alphaville,
Lalann,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Donny Hathaway,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
The Busters,
Slick Rick,
The Beau Brummels,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Idris Muhammad,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jeff Mills,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Barrington Levy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Symarip,
the Swans,
Man Parrish,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cluster,
Black Moon,
Soulsonic Force,
Procol Harum,
Make Up,
Roxette,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.