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 Romania and from London.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Massinfluence 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Masters at Work,
Jacob Miller,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Görl,
Black Moon,
Malaria!,
Sonic Youth,
Das Ding,
The Associates,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gichy Dan,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Clear Light,
The Busters,
Absolute Body Control,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythm & Sound,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ponytail,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Pop Group,
48th St. Collective,
Skaos,
This Heat,
Jawbox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Max Romeo,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
The Cure,
Fluxion,
Funkadelic,
Eric Dolphy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Rod Modell,
The Motions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Barbara Tucker,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Stetsasonic,
Adolescents,
Alton Ellis,
La Düsseldorf,
Ituana,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.