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 Ecuador and from Johannesburg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Siglo XX to the punk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Leonard Cohen,
Nik Kershaw,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Beau Brummels,
Shoche,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Görl,
Eric Dolphy,
Eve St. Jones,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Durutti Column,
John Cale,
Bill Near,
Minny Pops,
Cal Tjader,
Radiopuhelimet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Icehouse,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Deepchord,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Crash Course in Science,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eli Mardock,
Jeff Mills,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
These Immortal Souls,
Stetsasonic,
The New Christs,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
The J.B.'s,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Fuzztones,
D'Angelo,
Zapp,
The Smoke,
Traffic Nightmare,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
The Seeds,
Qualms,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Silicon Teens,
Fatback Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.