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 Mozambique and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 the Bar-Kays to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Sherman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Stetsasonic,
Ronan,
Alison Limerick,
Kayak,
The Modern Lovers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Beau Brummels,
Altered Images,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
The Fuzztones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Robert Görl,
The Sound,
Motorama,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Sandy B,
Crime,
D'Angelo,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Livin' Joy,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Henry Cow,
Deadbeat,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott Heron,
Mo-Dettes,
Inner City,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Marine Girls,
David McCallum,
Roger Hodgson,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Gang of Four,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
The Count Five,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Deepchord,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Fire Engines,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Banda Bassotti,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.