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 Australia and from Houston.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Womack to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Radiopuhelimet,
Khruangbin,
The Wake,
Ituana,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Grass Roots,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Reuben Wilson,
Judy Mowatt,
Roy Ayers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Saccharine Trust,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Henry Cow,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Minor Threat,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aaron Thompson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Make Up,
The Fire Engines,
Pantaleimon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ponytail,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
UT,
The Invisible,
The Alarm Clocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Golliwogs,
Darondo,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lindisfarne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Maleditus Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Minutemen,
Depeche Mode,
Excepter,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Marvin Gaye,
Pierre Henry,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.