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 Andorra and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 a-ha to the grunge 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultimate Spinach,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Chrome,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Albert Ayler,
Moebius,
James White and The Blacks,
Harpers Bizarre,
Derrick Morgan,
Barbara Tucker,
The Evens,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
Intrusion,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
DJ Style,
The Skatalites,
Gerry Rafferty,
PIL,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Liliput,
10cc,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nik Kershaw,
Y Pants,
Todd Terry,
The J.B.'s,
Main Source,
Isaac Hayes,
Scientists,
The Doors,
Aural Exciters,
Warsaw,
Desert Stars,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Moon,
Agitation Free,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
Joensuu 1685,
Talk Talk,
Lou Reed,
Bad Manners,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Archie Shepp,
Porter Ricks,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Tremeloes,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.