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 Italy and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Bluetip to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Electric Prunes,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soft Machine,
Roxette,
Graham Central Station,
Rekid,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sarah Menescal,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camberwell Now,
The Dead C,
Bob Dylan,
Bad Manners,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Robert Görl,
Technova,
Ten City,
Reagan Youth,
Y Pants,
T. Rex,
Swell Maps,
The Red Krayola,
La Düsseldorf,
The Flesh Eaters,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Womack,
MDC,
The Offenders,
Masters at Work,
Jandek,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Young Marble Giants,
Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Albert Ayler,
The Selecter,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Mission of Burma,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
LL Cool J,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.