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 Libya and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 snare 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 Janne Schatter to the disco 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Q and Not U tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Minny Pops,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Eric Dolphy,
Nik Kershaw,
Yazoo,
Make Up,
UT,
Depeche Mode,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Moebius,
Mo-Dettes,
Donald Byrd,
Wally Richardson,
Sound Behaviour,
Aural Exciters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pussy Galore,
Half Japanese,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Kurtis Blow,
Sam Rivers,
Kaleidoscope,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
Delta 5,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Hot Snakes,
Negative Approach,
Peter and Kerry,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Rufus Thomas,
Nick Fraelich,
Rakim,
Sixth Finger,
Outsiders,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Smog,
Robert Hood,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Interpol,
Goldenarms,
The Fuzztones,
Adolescents,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Hill,
Sex Pistols,
MC5,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.