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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ken Boothe to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Fire Engines,
The Last Poets,
the Soft Cell,
Interpol,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roger Hodgson,
Organ,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fat Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Agitation Free,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
China Crisis,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
AZ,
Masters at Work,
Derrick Morgan,
Chris & Cosey,
The Gories,
K-Klass,
Johnny Clarke,
Graham Central Station,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Roxette,
Avey Tare,
Gang of Four,
The Gap Band,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Copeland,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
Brand Nubian,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jimmy McGriff,
Cybotron,
Supertramp,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nirvana,
Patti Smith,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Terrestrial Tones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultravox,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
Wasted Youth,
Stetsasonic,
The American Breed,
Althea and Donna,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.