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 Chad and from Tokyo.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Rites of Spring,
Inner City,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Electric Prunes,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
the Fania All-Stars,
the Bar-Kays,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joyce Sims,
Derrick May,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Albert Ayler,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Modern Lovers,
Tomorrow,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
John Cale,
T. Rex,
The J.B.'s,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Swans,
the Association,
Bang On A Can,
Lalann,
Von Mondo,
Can,
Quando Quango,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
The United States of America,
Kurtis Blow,
Masters at Work,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Soul II Soul,
Minnie Riperton,
Interpol,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Neu!,
Gong,
Technova,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Adolescents,
K-Klass,
Skriet,
OOIOO,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eurythmics,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.