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 Nicaragua and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Audionom to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Newcleus,
The Fire Engines,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Yellowson,
Eve St. Jones,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Jeff Lynne,
Y Pants,
Robert Hood,
Dead Boys,
Lou Christie,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Popol Vuh,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
Eric Dolphy,
Swell Maps,
Soft Cell,
Neil Young,
Nation of Ulysses,
Roy Ayers,
Procol Harum,
Interpol,
Curtis Mayfield,
LL Cool J,
Minny Pops,
Hot Snakes,
The Trojans,
Juan Atkins,
Connie Case,
Sugar Minott,
John Coltrane,
Simply Red,
a-ha,
The Slits,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pussy Galore,
The Associates,
Howard Jones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sun Ra,
Arthur Verocai,
Toni Rubio,
The Victims,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Al Stewart,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
The Grass Roots,
Peter & Gordon,
DJ Style,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.