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 St Lucia and from Mumbai.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Houston.
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 organ 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 Neil Young to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Metal Thangz,
Popol Vuh,
Circle Jerks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Angry Samoans,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Jacob Miller,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
the Soft Cell,
Davy DMX,
Agent Orange,
Terrestrial Tones,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Motorama,
L. Decosne,
Animal Collective,
The Music Machine,
Carl Craig,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
Magma,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Nation of Ulysses,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Urselle,
E-Dancer,
Marc Almond,
Boogie Down Productions,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
Graham Central Station,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fatback Band,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Gabor Szabo,
The Beau Brummels,
The Human League,
Maurizio,
The Techniques,
Stetsasonic,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stereo Dub,
Warren Ellis,
MC5,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.