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 Lithuania and from Manila.
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 Seoul and Tokyo.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Susan Cadogan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Second Layer,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
The Smoke,
Nik Kershaw,
Glambeats Corp.,
The J.B.'s,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
Nation of Ulysses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Archie Shepp,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
Fatback Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Colin Newman,
Tres Demented,
The Zeros,
Lucky Dragons,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
World's Most,
The Star Department,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Blackbyrds,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Human League,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Janne Schatter,
Theoretical Girls,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Bush Tetras,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Rotary Connection,
Magazine,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.