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 Slovakia and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Faraquet to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacques Brel 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
The Offenders,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Tremeloes,
Fela Kuti,
Theoretical Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Radiohead,
Henry Cow,
Motorama,
Das Ding,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Symarip,
Agitation Free,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
The Pretty Things,
Nas,
Hoover,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Lucky Dragons,
Buzzcocks,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Yusef Lateef,
The Associates,
Hasil Adkins,
Drexciya,
Tommy Roe,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Spandau Ballet,
The Music Machine,
The Selecter,
8 Eyed Spy,
China Crisis,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gap Band,
48th St. Collective,
Amazonics,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
The Leaves,
Los Fastidios,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Gichy Dan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Raincoats,
Black Moon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Prince Buster,
Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin, Kenny Larkin.
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.