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 Ethiopia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Holger Czukay 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 Q65 to the jazz 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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Pagans,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
The Slackers,
Marine Girls,
Q65,
Neil Young,
The Stooges,
Roy Ayers,
Parry Music,
Outsiders,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
Marc Almond,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Interpol,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Monochrome Set,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Camouflage,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
David Bowie,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Joy Division,
ABC,
Von Mondo,
Quando Quango,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Matthew Bourne,
Todd Rundgren,
Morten Harket,
The Techniques,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
The Searchers,
New Order,
Eden Ahbez,
Intrusion,
Mark Hollis,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.