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 Turkey and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Public Enemy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rekid. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Youth Brigade,
Anakelly,
Henry Cow,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
Rapeman,
Anthony Braxton,
Mission of Burma,
Andrew Hill,
Warren Ellis,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Jawbox,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bang On A Can,
The Black Dice,
Junior Murvin,
The Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Howard Jones,
Soul II Soul,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Brothers Johnson,
the Sonics,
Niagra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
Drexciya,
Althea and Donna,
Trumans Water,
Matthew Bourne,
Cal Tjader,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scientists,
X-101,
John Cale,
Quando Quango,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.