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 Rwanda and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Rosa Yemen to the punk 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
The Human League,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
Maurizio,
Al Stewart,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Barracudas,
Underground Resistance,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
F. McDonald,
Pylon,
Colin Newman,
La Düsseldorf,
Massinfluence,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
ABC,
Visage,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sällskapet,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Alton Ellis,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lucky Dragons,
The Slackers,
Q and Not U,
Byron Stingily,
The Pop Group,
Wasted Youth,
Iggy Pop,
New York Dolls,
Joensuu 1685,
Henry Cow,
Blossom Toes,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Carl Craig,
Spoonie Gee,
Kevin Saunderson,
Guru Guru,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.