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 Vietnam and from Mexico City.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Skriet to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
X-Ray Spex,
Ornette Coleman,
Japan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gang Green,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Guru Guru,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
June of 44,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Chrome,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Shoche,
David Axelrod,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Janne Schatter,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Barclay James Harvest,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Knickerbockers,
Bob Dylan,
Average White Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Metal Thangz,
Soulsonic Force,
Rapeman,
Wire,
Glenn Branca,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Max Romeo,
Sexual Harrassment,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Cymande,
LL Cool J,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Throbbing Gristle,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Neon Judgement,
Dave Gahan,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.