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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer 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 Dennis Brown to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Amazonics,
Babytalk,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Depeche Mode,
Stiv Bators,
Q65,
Dead Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Trumans Water,
Henry Cow,
David Bowie,
Sam Rivers,
Kenny Larkin,
The Victims,
ABBA,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Sister Nancy,
Patti Smith,
Max Romeo,
Ronan,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Dennis Brown,
Mo-Dettes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Count Five,
Basic Channel,
The Raincoats,
Inner City,
Lou Christie,
Thompson Twins,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Scientists,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Circle Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Crooked Eye,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
The Doors,
Tres Demented,
Kurtis Blow,
U.S. Maple,
Ponytail,
Alphaville,
Bob Dylan,
Aural Exciters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.