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 Egypt and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Mojo Men,
Barbara Tucker,
Danielle Patucci,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
AZ,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Scan 7,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Juan Atkins,
Harry Pussy,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cybotron,
Crash Course in Science,
Fad Gadget,
Y Pants,
The Five Americans,
The Litter,
Tomorrow,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mark Hollis,
Underground Resistance,
Reagan Youth,
Gabor Szabo,
Zapp,
The Pop Group,
The Doobie Brothers,
UT,
DNA,
Accadde A,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Seeds,
David McCallum,
Eurythmics,
Fat Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hardrive,
T.S.O.L.,
Q65,
Nas,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Das Ding,
Adolescents,
Sister Nancy,
Monolake,
Althea and Donna,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.