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 Finland and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 mellotron 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 Sällskapet to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Supertramp,
Funky Four + One,
The Grass Roots,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Wyatt,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eli Mardock,
The Misunderstood,
Q and Not U,
ABBA,
Davy DMX,
Half Japanese,
Cybotron,
Stetsasonic,
Brothers Johnson,
Letta Mbulu,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Skaos,
The Litter,
The Five Americans,
The Pretty Things,
Kurtis Blow,
Terrestrial Tones,
Susan Cadogan,
Scientists,
Malaria!,
Country Teasers,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Warsaw,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
The Mojo Men,
Groovy Waters,
Althea and Donna,
Underground Resistance,
Brand Nubian,
Bill Near,
Kayak,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
The Birthday Party,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Eve St. Jones,
Don Cherry,
Scott Walker,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.