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 Georgia and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
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 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 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 June Days to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moss Icon 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
The Misunderstood,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Neu!,
Fad Gadget,
The Dead C,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Mo-Dettes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Yusef Lateef,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cluster,
Rotary Connection,
Sparks,
Television,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bronski Beat,
Archie Shepp,
Adolescents,
Bad Manners,
The Young Rascals,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Groovy Waters,
L. Decosne,
Fatback Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
T.S.O.L.,
the Bar-Kays,
Magma,
Idris Muhammad,
Bluetip,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Soft Cell,
Funky Four + One,
Theoretical Girls,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.