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 Cyprus and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sonics,
The Associates,
cv313,
The Invisible,
Flash Fearless,
Black Sheep,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Ponytail,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yazoo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Barracudas,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Brass Construction,
Fad Gadget,
Moebius,
The American Breed,
Sound Behaviour,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Zeros,
Marcia Griffiths,
Model 500,
Wally Richardson,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Soft Machine,
Cameo,
The Red Krayola,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Tres Demented,
Andrew Hill,
Junior Murvin,
Slick Rick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Gil Scott Heron,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
The J.B.'s,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
This Heat,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.