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 Sri Lanka and from Salvador.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Roxy Music to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Flipper tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Josef K,
Nico,
Infiniti,
Jerry's Kids,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rites of Spring,
Quando Quango,
Isaac Hayes,
Aural Exciters,
Cameo,
Crispy Ambulance,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Chris Corsano,
Niagra,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Metal Thangz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
UT,
Susan Cadogan,
Smog,
Zapp,
Mr. Review,
Main Source,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
X-Ray Spex,
The Index,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
New Age Steppers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camouflage,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kevin Saunderson,
Drexciya,
R.M.O.,
The Beau Brummels,
John Holt,
Icehouse,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Residents,
Negative Approach,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deakin,
Clear Light,
Ludus,
D'Angelo,
Iggy Pop,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.