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 Sweden and from Houston.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 marimba 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 The Wake to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Human League,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Reed,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Sheep,
DJ Style,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
The Invisible,
Con Funk Shun,
Sparks,
Supertramp,
Patti Smith,
Scion,
Skaos,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Alton Ellis,
Swell Maps,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bauhaus,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drexciya,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Leaves,
Johnny Clarke,
China Crisis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sam Rivers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
The Mojo Men,
Stetsasonic,
New York Dolls,
Scientists,
The Move,
Eddi Front,
The Flesh Eaters,
Fad Gadget,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lakeside,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
E-Dancer,
Whodini,
Iggy Pop,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.