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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the funk 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 Boz Scaggs. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Godley & Creme,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Beau Brummels,
The Techniques,
Ohio Players,
Half Japanese,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Neu!,
Pulsallama,
Gang Gang Dance,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
Aaron Thompson,
The Moleskins,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Reed,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yusef Lateef,
Blossom Toes,
Hoover,
kango's stein massive,
David McCallum,
Schoolly D,
The Offenders,
Accadde A,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Moebius,
The Barracudas,
Cameo,
Little Man,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Mojo Men,
The Dead C,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye,
Fat Boys,
Cal Tjader,
London Community Gospel Choir,
DJ Sneak,
Nils Olav,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
H. Thieme,
Q65,
Thompson Twins,
Sexual Harrassment,
D'Angelo,
Unrelated Segments,
Angry Samoans,
Eddi Front,
Vainqueur,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
The Zeros,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.