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 Uruguay and from Accra.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Portland.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 E-Dancer to the rock 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gian Franco Pienzio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
The Litter,
Audionom,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anthony Braxton,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
Kool Moe Dee,
Theoretical Girls,
A Certain Ratio,
the Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
Reagan Youth,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Matthew Bourne,
Bootsy Collins,
Kayak,
the Bar-Kays,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Jacques Brel,
Sandy B,
Lee Hazlewood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Maleditus Sound,
Nirvana,
The Fuzztones,
Liliput,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Cure,
The Count Five,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Goldenarms,
Japan,
Roxette,
Newcleus,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lakeside,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scrapy,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Godley & Creme,
Minnie Riperton,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
Vladislav Delay,
DJ Style,
Cluster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rufus Thomas,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.