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 Cape Verde and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Holger Czukay 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 Accadde A to the disco 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Delta 5,
The Offenders,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Durutti Column,
Sonic Youth,
Drexciya,
John Coltrane,
Smog,
Man Parrish,
Cal Tjader,
The Music Machine,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Buckinghams,
Interpol,
These Immortal Souls,
The Misunderstood,
Kenny Larkin,
The Golliwogs,
The Fuzztones,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Skatalites,
Tomorrow,
the Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Standells,
Babytalk,
Joensuu 1685,
Motorama,
Angry Samoans,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
Warren Ellis,
Fugazi,
The Sonics,
Bush Tetras,
the Germs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Mark Hollis,
Franke,
The Residents,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.