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 Finland and from Winnipeg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the techno 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 Brand Nubian. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Royal Trux,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Prince Buster,
Supertramp,
Junior Murvin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
EPMD,
Soul II Soul,
Scion,
Porter Ricks,
Eddi Front,
The Seeds,
Kurtis Blow,
DJ Style,
Minor Threat,
Davy DMX,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joey Negro,
Grey Daturas,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Technova,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
The Doobie Brothers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Motions,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Circle Jerks,
Radiopuhelimet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Faust,
Fluxion,
the Slits,
Joyce Sims,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
The American Breed,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Bronski Beat,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minny Pops,
Organ,
Vainqueur,
Tres Demented,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Sugar Minott,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.