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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
Pylon,
Model 500,
Groovy Waters,
Newcleus,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Enemy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Blake Baxter,
Ultimate Spinach,
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cheater Slicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Human League,
Spoonie Gee,
Roger Hodgson,
a-ha,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sonny Sharrock,
LL Cool J,
JFA,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Slackers,
Easy Going,
Marmalade,
Country Teasers,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
T.S.O.L.,
OOIOO,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kas Product,
Dorothy Ashby,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
the Germs,
Shoche,
Rod Modell,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Banda Bassotti,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Move,
Sun City Girls,
Kayak,
Supertramp,
Godley & Creme,
Fugazi,
Goldenarms,
Grey Daturas,
Black Moon,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yazoo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Agitation Free,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.