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 Guyana and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Music Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
the Association,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
New Order,
Saccharine Trust,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
Brick,
Mary Jane Girls,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Smoke,
Stetsasonic,
Nirvana,
Blake Baxter,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Byrd,
Dead Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Soul Sonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Saints,
Rekid,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sound Behaviour,
Dark Day,
Mo-Dettes,
Arcadia,
Susan Cadogan,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
Tres Demented,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Sarah Menescal,
Popol Vuh,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
ABC,
Piero Umiliani,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Deadbeat,
Animal Collective,
Yaz,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Oblivians,
Sun City Girls,
Arthur Verocai,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.