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 Malawi and from Woodstock.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Easy Going tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Underground Resistance,
Aswad,
Kevin Saunderson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
LL Cool J,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pulsallama,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Cymande,
Grauzone,
L. Decosne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Shoche,
The Angels of Light,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Agent Orange,
Japan,
Organ,
Big Daddy Kane,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Smoke,
Jerry's Kids,
Charles Mingus,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Procol Harum,
D'Angelo,
Hoover,
Minutemen,
PIL,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
The Martian,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
The Young Rascals,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.