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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the rap 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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Quadrant,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Accadde A,
Brand Nubian,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suicide,
The Cowsills,
Freddie Wadling,
Royal Trux,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Procol Harum,
Sugar Minott,
Monks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
Amon Düül II,
Animal Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
The Techniques,
Slave,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Germs,
Grauzone,
Cybotron,
Gabor Szabo,
Archie Shepp,
Robert Görl,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lindisfarne,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near,
Das Ding,
Steve Hackett,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Five Americans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ken Boothe,
Skarface,
Sällskapet,
Whodini,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Section 25,
The Pretty Things,
Pulsallama,
cv313,
Severed Heads,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Thompson Twins,
Derrick Morgan,
Inner City,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.