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 Montenegro and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 sitar 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 Alice Coltrane to the dance 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bob Dylan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Accadde A,
Crash Course in Science,
Boz Scaggs,
Minutemen,
The Knickerbockers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cluster,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric B and Rakim,
F. McDonald,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Juan Atkins,
Max Romeo,
Fat Boys,
John Foxx,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Young Rascals,
In Retrospect,
Danielle Patucci,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brass Construction,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
Iggy Pop,
John Cale,
Black Pus,
Q65,
Jandek,
Fear,
The Durutti Column,
T.S.O.L.,
Thompson Twins,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doobie Brothers,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Goldenarms,
Qualms,
Idris Muhammad,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sister Nancy,
Pere Ubu,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Heaven 17,
PIL,
Gichy Dan,
Whodini,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.