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 Singapore and from Philadelphia.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 The Skatalites to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Spandau Ballet,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scan 7,
Roxette,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Doobie Brothers,
Letta Mbulu,
Swell Maps,
Wire,
Cecil Taylor,
The Neon Judgement,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare,
Nick Fraelich,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter & Gordon,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
X-101,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Lalann,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Ten City,
Audionom,
48th St. Collective,
a-ha,
Basic Channel,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tears for Fears,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.