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 Macedonia and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum 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 Slave to the rap 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Ituana,
Kas Product,
Eurythmics,
Vladislav Delay,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Soft Cell,
Tim Buckley,
Matthew Bourne,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cure,
The Move,
Roger Hodgson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Faraquet,
Joe Finger,
The Invisible,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Todd Rundgren,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pere Ubu,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
David Bowie,
Zero Boys,
Sparks,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Heaven 17,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Piero Umiliani,
Icehouse,
Kayak,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Mills,
Wings,
Carl Craig,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Janne Schatter,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.