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 Chad 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Robert Palmer 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
The Wake,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mary Jane Girls,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Erasure,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Index,
FM Einheit,
Rekid,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Nils Olav,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ice-T,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Joey Negro,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Leonard Cohen,
Reagan Youth,
The Last Poets,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Chrome,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Osbourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Easy Going,
Harry Pussy,
The Smoke,
Warren Ellis,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
Glenn Branca,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rod Modell,
Todd Terry,
The Motions,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Agitation Free,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Darondo,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.