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 Somalia and from Lagos.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 arpeggiator 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 Half Japanese to the jazz 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 Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Crime,
Henry Cow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pharoah Sanders,
Todd Terry,
Icehouse,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Machine,
Mr. Review,
The Monks,
Gang Starr,
Boredoms,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Neu!,
Hashim,
Eli Mardock,
Lightning Bolt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Radiopuhelimet,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eden Ahbez,
The Golliwogs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Rundgren,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The United States of America,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Buzzcocks,
Quadrant,
Theoretical Girls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Beau Brummels,
Swans,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Bananas,
The Smiths,
The Saints,
Jacques Brel,
The Dead C,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Morten Harket,
New Order,
The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola, The Red Krayola.
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.