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 Tonga and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Sight & Sound to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Steve Hackett record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Bobby Womack,
Livin' Joy,
Animal Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Kerri Chandler,
Brand Nubian,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Soft Cell,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Yaz,
Unwound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fuzztones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Little Man,
Minor Threat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Tremeloes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
Depeche Mode,
Drexciya,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
Intrusion,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Drive Like Jehu,
Idris Muhammad,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
K-Klass,
Slick Rick,
The Mojo Men,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonic Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Almond,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.