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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Suicide,
Stockholm Monsters,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eli Mardock,
The Electric Prunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Quadrant,
Nas,
cv313,
Easy Going,
Magma,
DJ Style,
The Selecter,
Faust,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Associates,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Eyeless In Gaza,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Newcleus,
Basic Channel,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Deadbeat,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Tim Buckley,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Joy Division,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Copeland,
B.T. Express,
Robert Hood,
Circle Jerks,
Loose Ends,
Sam Rivers,
The Offenders,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Radiopuhelimet,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lightning Bolt,
Warren Ellis,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.