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 United States and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lyon.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Quadrant to the dance 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
The Beau Brummels,
Pharoah Sanders,
Spandau Ballet,
New Order,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
The Mojo Men,
Reagan Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Joe Finger,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erasure,
Pantytec,
Howard Jones,
Crispian St. Peters,
Country Teasers,
Morten Harket,
Hoover,
Pylon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
X-101,
Essential Logic,
Infiniti,
Duran Duran,
The Moleskins,
Blossom Toes,
Flash Fearless,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
Anakelly,
The Grass Roots,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Standells,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Prince Buster,
Michelle Simonal,
The Stooges,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sight & Sound,
The Move,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jeff Mills,
Smog,
Angry Samoans,
Pere Ubu,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Tomorrow,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.