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 Tajikistan and from London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 harpsichord 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 Wolf Eyes to the crunk 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Young Marble Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
In Retrospect,
Newcleus,
Half Japanese,
Laurel Aitken,
48th St. Collective,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
The Detroit Cobras,
Fela Kuti,
Amon Düül II,
Colin Newman,
OOIOO,
Accadde A,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stetsasonic,
Dual Sessions,
Pylon,
Alice Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
Sällskapet,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
Yazoo,
The Pop Group,
Gregory Isaacs,
Whodini,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Clarke,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Qualms,
Easy Going,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Dolphy,
The Velvet Underground,
Minny Pops,
Altered Images,
Leonard Cohen,
The Cowsills,
June Days,
Carl Craig,
The Modern Lovers,
Clear Light,
Swans,
The Smiths,
Joensuu 1685,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.