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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pussy Galore to the punk 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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Rapeman,
Alton Ellis,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
T. Rex,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Ohio Players,
Darondo,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
UT,
Henry Cow,
The Raincoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Qualms,
Cameo,
The Associates,
The Fuzztones,
B.T. Express,
Magma,
The Names,
The Human League,
David Bowie,
Fat Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Inner City,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minnie Riperton,
Brass Construction,
Audionom,
Cheater Slicks,
World's Most,
Bob Dylan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Make Up,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bootsy Collins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Slave,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rites of Spring,
the Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Rundgren,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shoche,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.