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 Nicaragua 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ronnie Foster to the rock 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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
The Selecter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Vainqueur,
Roy Ayers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
Fear,
Bad Manners,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sound Behaviour,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The New Christs,
Boz Scaggs,
The Associates,
Joe Finger,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tears for Fears,
John Lydon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Audionom,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Moon,
The Dead C,
Whodini,
Dark Day,
DJ Style,
The Pop Group,
Joy Division,
Albert Ayler,
Magma,
Japan,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
Lucky Dragons,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
Eric Dolphy,
48th St. Collective,
Public Image Ltd.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Easy Going,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
ABC,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark 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.