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 Finland and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Kenny Larkin to the crunk 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 Laurel Aitken. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Crime,
Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
The Pop Group,
Technova,
Clear Light,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
The Happenings,
Nik Kershaw,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Soft Machine,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gang of Four,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
a-ha,
Flash Fearless,
The Slits,
48th St. Collective,
One Last Wish,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blues Magoos,
John Lydon,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Average White Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Hood,
Patti Smith,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alton Ellis,
Tim Buckley,
Lower 48,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
Chrome,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Severed Heads,
Zero Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
Kenny Larkin,
Warren Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
Blossom Toes,
Ludus,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Junior Murvin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.