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 Nauru and from Delhi.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Maleditus Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
cv313,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
MDC,
The Sonics,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lower 48,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Charles Mingus,
Chris Corsano,
Eric B and Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Fela Kuti,
Ossler,
The Happenings,
Robert Hood,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Christie,
Junior Murvin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
Cluster,
The Buckinghams,
K-Klass,
Bluetip,
The Cramps,
Yellowson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
F. McDonald,
The Martian,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Moss Icon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sun Ra,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
The Evens,
Sällskapet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grauzone,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Delta 5,
L. Decosne,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.