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 Sudan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 clarinet 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 Maurizio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Blossom Toes,
Wings,
Barbara Tucker,
Shoche,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
Susan Cadogan,
Sister Nancy,
Q and Not U,
Eden Ahbez,
X-Ray Spex,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Robert Hood,
Kayak,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Vladislav Delay,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
AZ,
Roxy Music,
Lee Hazlewood,
Electric Prunes,
Wolf Eyes,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pylon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Subhumans,
Camouflage,
Jimmy McGriff,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ten City,
Harpers Bizarre,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Donny Hathaway,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sarah Menescal,
Don Cherry,
The Seeds,
Cybotron,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
Idris Muhammad,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.