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 Romania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Suburban Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sixth Finger,
Franke,
ABC,
La Düsseldorf,
Dorothy Ashby,
Danielle Patucci,
Agent Orange,
Nick Fraelich,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
cv313,
the Bar-Kays,
Gong,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mo-Dettes,
Talk Talk,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Sherman,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
Bizarre Inc.,
DJ Sneak,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Prince Buster,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sarah Menescal,
Sight & Sound,
Nas,
This Heat,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Duran Duran,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Dark Day,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Slits,
Boz Scaggs,
Charles Mingus,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Quando Quango,
Underground Resistance,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.