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 Japan and from Johannesburg.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro 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 Hoover to the disco 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Amazonics,
Yaz,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Brothers Johnson,
The Barracudas,
Franke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Bar-Kays,
Neu!,
Blancmange,
Banda Bassotti,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Cluster,
UT,
Sandy B,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Theoretical Girls,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Skatalites,
Gang Starr,
Neil Young,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Subhumans,
Technova,
Intrusion,
Brand Nubian,
Bobby Sherman,
Gichy Dan,
Albert Ayler,
Pantaleimon,
Joey Negro,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Duran Duran,
D'Angelo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Moebius,
Guru Guru,
Lungfish,
John Foxx,
Vainqueur,
The American Breed,
Scott Walker,
LL Cool J,
Sugar Minott,
Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Fad Gadget,
The Associates,
Man Parrish,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.