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 Ukraine and from Calgary.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Depeche Mode to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
Animal Collective,
The Cure,
Chris & Cosey,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mark Hollis,
Soft Machine,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
Porter Ricks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Victims,
The Searchers,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Wally Richardson,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685,
FM Einheit,
The Gladiators,
The Misunderstood,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Grey Daturas,
Bang On A Can,
Minny Pops,
Pole,
Davy DMX,
The Zeros,
Carl Craig,
Bootsy Collins,
Derrick Morgan,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ossler,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ken Boothe,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
Erasure,
Vladislav Delay,
Pagans,
Rites of Spring,
Max Romeo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Anakelly,
Stiv Bators,
The Slits,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.