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 Uruguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spoonie Gee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Cosmic Jokers,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Alton Ellis,
The Monks,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
The Moody Blues,
Fugazi,
the Association,
Sarah Menescal,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eddi Front,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
X-102,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Audionom,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Rhythm & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Delon & Dalcan,
Rufus Thomas,
Eden Ahbez,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Pop Group,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Au Pairs,
The Misunderstood,
Graham Central Station,
Amon Düül II,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Vogues,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Swans,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultra Naté,
Robert Görl,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Swans,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.