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 Qatar and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Velvet Underground record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Mo-Dettes,
Steve Hackett,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
Idris Muhammad,
Boz Scaggs,
Groovy Waters,
Liliput,
Au Pairs,
Newcleus,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Dead Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Lou Christie,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bauhaus,
Marcia Griffiths,
10cc,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bill Wells,
Robert Görl,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Moss Icon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
The Move,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Janne Schatter,
the Soft Cell,
Maleditus Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Franke,
Gil Scott Heron,
La Düsseldorf,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
Yaz,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Amazonics,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.