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 Gambia and from Manila.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Animal Collective to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. 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?
Hashim,
The Toasters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ossler,
Ponytail,
Isaac Hayes,
Babytalk,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Sheep,
Ultra Naté,
Glenn Branca,
Shuggie Otis,
Quadrant,
Lower 48,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Scion,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moby Grape,
Dark Day,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gories,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
The Beau Brummels,
Franke,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Audionom,
Ronan,
Mars,
Robert Wyatt,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Eurythmics,
Jerry's Kids,
Skarface,
Arab on Radar,
Duran Duran,
Trumans Water,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Charles Mingus,
Negative Approach,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Hoover,
Laurel Aitken,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rapeman,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.