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 Belgium and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar 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 chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Niagra,
Funky Four + One,
The Divine Comedy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Japan,
Kerri Chandler,
Buzzcocks,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cramps,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Easy Going,
The Monks,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Skarface,
The Kinks,
Althea and Donna,
Spandau Ballet,
Vainqueur,
The Barracudas,
Echospace,
Subhumans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lucky Dragons,
Roxette,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Whodini,
Eric Dolphy,
Kenny Larkin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arthur Verocai,
Roger Hodgson,
ABC,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Hashim,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Bill Wells,
The Doors,
Aaron Thompson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Invisible,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Iggy Pop,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.