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 Uruguay and from London.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Holger Czukay 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 Bill Wells to the dance 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
The Victims,
Deakin,
Main Source,
Minor Threat,
Symarip,
Donald Byrd,
Echospace,
Lucky Dragons,
Sam Rivers,
Pussy Galore,
Rekid,
CMW,
Section 25,
Altered Images,
Livin' Joy,
Joyce Sims,
Slick Rick,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Suburban Knight,
The Busters,
Tomorrow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Newcleus,
Siglo XX,
Eric Copeland,
the Human League,
Anakelly,
The Litter,
Patti Smith,
The Happenings,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
DJ Style,
Skarface,
Zapp,
The Dead C,
New Age Steppers,
Motorama,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Kevin Saunderson,
cv313,
Cecil Taylor,
Pierre Henry,
Fat Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Toni Rubio,
Don Cherry,
Television Personalities,
The Velvet Underground,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Second Layer,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.