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 United Kingdom and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slave to the dance 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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jeff Mills,
Ice-T,
Model 500,
Donald Byrd,
Quando Quango,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Skriet,
Dawn Penn,
Von Mondo,
Heaven 17,
Electric Prunes,
Andrew Hill,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Buzzcocks,
Flamin' Groovies,
Schoolly D,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Marmalade,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
PIL,
Pussy Galore,
Outsiders,
Warsaw,
New Order,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Don Cherry,
Bobby Byrd,
Accadde A,
Lalann,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Albert Ayler,
Robert Görl,
John Coltrane,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Theoretical Girls,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed,
The Sonics,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Blake Baxter,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
Barry Ungar,
Rapeman,
Maleditus Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
the Bar-Kays,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.