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 Iraq and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Funky Four + One to the disco 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare 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 mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Shoche,
Swell Maps,
Avey Tare,
Newcleus,
Joe Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Fad Gadget,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
Rapeman,
June of 44,
The Cure,
Roxette,
CMW,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Adolescents,
Excepter,
This Heat,
Rotary Connection,
Model 500,
Mr. Review,
Cheater Slicks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blancmange,
Mandrill,
Stetsasonic,
The Gories,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ice-T,
The Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Essential Logic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Association,
Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Underground Resistance,
Oblivians,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Fatback Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Moss Icon,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.