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 Uganda and from Tehran.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Isaac Hayes to the funk 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
K-Klass,
Shoche,
Niagra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Fat Boys,
T. Rex,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Boz Scaggs,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
FM Einheit,
Warren Ellis,
Country Teasers,
the Bar-Kays,
Silicon Teens,
Q65,
Colin Newman,
Barbara Tucker,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lalo Schifrin,
Brick,
The Martian,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mad Mike,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Echospace,
Laurel Aitken,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Sparks,
Erykah Badu,
Byron Stingily,
Ludus,
Peter and Kerry,
Reuben Wilson,
Althea and Donna,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sound Behaviour,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vladislav Delay,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
New Order,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Throbbing Gristle,
Minny Pops,
John Foxx,
Flamin' Groovies,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
U.S. Maple,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.