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 Bosnia Herzegovina 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Velvet Underground to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Dennis Brown,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Frankie Knuckles,
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
Skaos,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Franke,
The Velvet Underground,
Brick,
Youth Brigade,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Oneida,
Unrelated Segments,
Max Romeo,
Goldenarms,
Warren Ellis,
Adolescents,
Magma,
The Toasters,
The Fugs,
Motorama,
Mission of Burma,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
the Swans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Agitation Free,
Charles Mingus,
Ten City,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Accadde A,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Golliwogs,
Peter and Kerry,
Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Susan Cadogan,
Spoonie Gee,
Q65,
Marc Almond,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Remains,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.