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 Brazil and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Tom Boy to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dawn Penn. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mad Mike,
Aural Exciters,
CMW,
Trumans Water,
Barclay James Harvest,
MDC,
Yellowson,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
The Gladiators,
The Real Kids,
Ultravox,
Skaos,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
H. Thieme,
Marine Girls,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
E-Dancer,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Faraquet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Monks,
The Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Sight & Sound,
Q65,
Visage,
The Dead C,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Donald Byrd,
Derrick Morgan,
cv313,
Scrapy,
Yaz,
Juan Atkins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
MC5,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Symarip,
World's Most,
Idris Muhammad,
John Foxx,
Nirvana,
Lalann,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Unrelated Segments,
Danielle Patucci,
Rapeman,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Moody Blues,
Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond, Marc Almond.
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.