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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 Aural Exciters 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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
10cc,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Buzzcocks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Shoche,
Henry Cow,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pop Group,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
The Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Misunderstood,
Swans,
Matthew Bourne,
Tommy Roe,
Bauhaus,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Inner City,
Eric Dolphy,
Motorama,
Scrapy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tears for Fears,
Cecil Taylor,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
Sandy B,
Agent Orange,
Massinfluence,
Reagan Youth,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Archie Shepp,
Scion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Deepchord,
The Busters,
Flipper,
Bush Tetras,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Juan Atkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
Liliput,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Fire Engines,
Jerry's Kids,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.