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 Palau and from Stockholm.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Hoover to the jazz 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Japan,
The Standells,
Ken Boothe,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
The Zeros,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Leaves,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Fela Kuti,
Gang of Four,
The Electric Prunes,
Section 25,
Gang Gang Dance,
Average White Band,
The Gun Club,
Fatback Band,
Desert Stars,
Main Source,
Grandmaster Flash,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spandau Ballet,
Pussy Galore,
CMW,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Boz Scaggs,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Niagra,
The Gories,
Stockholm Monsters,
Wolf Eyes,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Quando Quango,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Victims,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
The Index,
Model 500,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
the Germs,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
the Association,
Con Funk Shun,
Marvin Gaye,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
The Moody Blues,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
H. Thieme,
Tommy Roe,
Rod Modell,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.