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 Tanzania and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Move to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Blossom Toes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Youth Brigade,
The Gories,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf,
Rosa Yemen,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Japan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Alton Ellis,
Bill Near,
Organ,
One Last Wish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jeff Mills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
X-101,
Connie Case,
The Barracudas,
Zero Boys,
The Mummies,
Yaz,
Nico,
John Holt,
Marshall Jefferson,
Davy DMX,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Rundgren,
Ornette Coleman,
E-Dancer,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Newcleus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Velvet Underground,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
PIL,
John Coltrane,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Aloha Tigers,
Quando Quango,
Minny Pops,
The Birthday Party,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.