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 Honduras and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 theremin 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 The Walker Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Harmonia,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon,
Brass Construction,
Guru Guru,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Bad Manners,
Wire,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Television,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Walker Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
June Days,
The Red Krayola,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Magazine,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacques Brel,
U.S. Maple,
Black Flag,
Bob Dylan,
Ice-T,
The Names,
The Velvet Underground,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Busters,
Q and Not U,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Happenings,
Janne Schatter,
DNA,
Sex Pistols,
The Tremeloes,
Quando Quango,
Main Source,
Flipper,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Blake Baxter,
Half Japanese,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Oblivians,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
One Last Wish,
Monolake,
X-102, X-102, X-102, X-102.
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.