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 Turkey and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Infiniti,
Stetsasonic,
Davy DMX,
Brand Nubian,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Sherman,
Electric Prunes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Panda Bear,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marine Girls,
Talk Talk,
Archie Shepp,
Joensuu 1685,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Steve Hackett,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Harpers Bizarre,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
The Saints,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Index,
Symarip,
Radiopuhelimet,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Supertramp,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Big Daddy Kane,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
R.M.O.,
China Crisis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Martian,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Barclay James Harvest,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Audionom,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flipper,
Masters at Work,
Easy Going,
Zero Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Techniques,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.