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 Liberia 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Rotary Connection,
Fear,
Technova,
the Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
Angry Samoans,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Grauzone,
Byron Stingily,
Swell Maps,
Fatback Band,
Wire,
Marvin Gaye,
Amazonics,
Radiohead,
Jeff Lynne,
Graham Central Station,
Ten City,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
Warren Ellis,
The Fugs,
Slick Rick,
Eli Mardock,
Suicide,
Junior Murvin,
Ken Boothe,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Monolake,
Jacob Miller,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Beau Brummels,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Derrick Morgan,
The Divine Comedy,
The Busters,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soft Cell,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Slave,
The Dirtbombs,
Letta Mbulu,
Buzzcocks,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gong,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
Reuben Wilson,
Frankie Knuckles,
Todd Terry,
Scrapy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.