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 Belgium and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Ohio Players to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Oblivians,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
8 Eyed Spy,
Laurel Aitken,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ronnie Foster,
MDC,
Cal Tjader,
Sound Behaviour,
Jeff Mills,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Intrusion,
Newcleus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Janne Schatter,
Fear,
Aural Exciters,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slick Rick,
The Sonics,
Marvin Gaye,
Dark Day,
A Certain Ratio,
Jeff Lynne,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers,
Lakeside,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Residents,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Chris Corsano,
The J.B.'s,
Idris Muhammad,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
PIL,
Black Sheep,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
R.M.O.,
The Trojans,
Lower 48,
The Grass Roots,
The Buckinghams,
Susan Cadogan,
Bill Near,
Derrick Morgan,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.