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 Congo and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rosa Yemen to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Sam Rivers,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David Axelrod,
Peter & Gordon,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
Minor Threat,
Icehouse,
The Grass Roots,
Silicon Teens,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lyres,
Morten Harket,
Neil Young,
Lakeside,
David Bowie,
Max Romeo,
Rekid,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald,
The Motions,
The Smoke,
Bill Near,
Visage,
MDC,
The Searchers,
David McCallum,
Althea and Donna,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Mills,
X-101,
Jandek,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
KRS-One,
Amon Düül II,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Simply Red,
Gichy Dan,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gap Band,
Sound Behaviour,
Pere Ubu,
Patti Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
The Blackbyrds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bang On A Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
LL Cool J,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.