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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Harpers Bizarre to the dance 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Aswad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Talk Talk,
R.M.O.,
Niagra,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
Eurythmics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin,
Fatback Band,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smoke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Soft Cell,
The Remains,
Basic Channel,
Accadde A,
Morten Harket,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
Crime,
Theoretical Girls,
Idris Muhammad,
Porter Ricks,
Ronnie Foster,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tomorrow,
The American Breed,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Ice-T,
Nation of Ulysses,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Bourne,
Minor Threat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Pierre Henry,
The Last Poets,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Con Funk Shun,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Jeff Lynne,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.