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 Tuvalu and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Dave Gahan,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alton Ellis,
Public Enemy,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tres Demented,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
DJ Style,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Index,
Soul II Soul,
The Raincoats,
Tomorrow,
Crooked Eye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Association,
Wings,
Harmonia,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bronski Beat,
Average White Band,
Michelle Simonal,
LL Cool J,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Lungfish,
Circle Jerks,
The Zeros,
Joensuu 1685,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Kenny Larkin,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Make Up,
Gang Green,
E-Dancer,
Theoretical Girls,
Jacob Miller,
Cluster,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.