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 Mali and from Milan.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 OOIOO to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lou Reed & John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moleskins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Barracudas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Black Pus,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
The Busters,
Mark Hollis,
Sugar Minott,
Cybotron,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Slick Rick,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Association,
Danielle Patucci,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Au Pairs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fifty Foot Hose,
David McCallum,
PIL,
Rekid,
Pagans,
Ludus,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
UT,
Groovy Waters,
Soft Cell,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kayak,
The Evens,
Mr. Review,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Index,
Lou Christie,
DJ Sneak,
Aural Exciters,
Essential Logic,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton,
Reagan Youth,
Mars,
Technova,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Nico,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Banda Bassotti,
Arcadia,
Drexciya,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.