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 Lesotho and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Basic Channel to the techno 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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Cybotron,
Swans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonny Sharrock,
In Retrospect,
Flash Fearless,
Camouflage,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Human League,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Drexciya,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Lightning Bolt,
Dual Sessions,
The Doors,
Unwound,
Mission of Burma,
Whodini,
Stereo Dub,
Negative Approach,
The Cure,
Gang of Four,
The Blues Magoos,
Banda Bassotti,
Electric Prunes,
Stiv Bators,
Ludus,
Moebius,
The Move,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
Pylon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Nas,
Gang Green,
The Busters,
David McCallum,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
the Normal,
Sound Behaviour,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Cowsills,
Laurel Aitken,
Make Up,
The Dead C,
The Velvet Underground,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.