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 Indonesia and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 oboe 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Kevin Saunderson,
The New Christs,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Real Kids,
Rotary Connection,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Newcleus,
Sarah Menescal,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Sällskapet,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Alphaville,
Mandrill,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
The Last Poets,
Harpers Bizarre,
Maurizio,
The Residents,
Chrome,
Banda Bassotti,
Robert Wyatt,
Derrick Morgan,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Danielle Patucci,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Nils Olav,
Andrew Hill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Dave Gahan,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Josef K,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Guru Guru,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Johnny Osbourne,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.