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 Papua New Guinea 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Amazonics to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 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 Busters,
Urselle,
Dead Boys,
Prince Buster,
Sixth Finger,
Siglo XX,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Motorama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Malaria!,
Anthony Braxton,
Animal Collective,
Maleditus Sound,
Glenn Branca,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Ponytail,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grey Daturas,
John Foxx,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
The Names,
The Young Rascals,
June Days,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Cale,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Lynne,
Ice-T,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra,
Todd Rundgren,
Stetsasonic,
Banda Bassotti,
Moby Grape,
The Happenings,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Man Parrish,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boredoms,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.