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 Kosovo and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 kango's stein massive to the rap 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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Guru Guru,
Nirvana,
the Soft Cell,
Kenny Larkin,
Sam Rivers,
Bluetip,
Stereo Dub,
Newcleus,
Country Teasers,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Aswad,
Q65,
Joy Division,
Shoche,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Franke,
the Bar-Kays,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang of Four,
Visage,
John Holt,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Christie,
LL Cool J,
the Fania All-Stars,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
Dual Sessions,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Big Daddy Kane,
New York Dolls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lakeside,
Jeff Mills,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pantytec,
Kas Product,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
John Lydon,
Black Bananas,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
Organ,
Main Source,
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.