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 Ireland and from New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 The Martian 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 DJ Sneak. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yaz,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Count Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The United States of America,
Ponytail,
The Busters,
Bluetip,
The Index,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Brand Nubian,
Black Bananas,
Anakelly,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joe Smooth,
Moss Icon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Sparks,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
AZ,
Robert Wyatt,
Panda Bear,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Wings,
The Angels of Light,
Negative Approach,
Marine Girls,
Pierre Henry,
Grey Daturas,
Ronnie Foster,
Radio Birdman,
Trumans Water,
Deadbeat,
ABBA,
David Bowie,
Godley & Creme,
The Fall,
Anthony Braxton,
Agitation Free,
Slave,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Slick Rick,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.