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 Kenya and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
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 clarinet 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Zero Boys,
Bluetip,
Arcadia,
Hashim,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sonic Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Barry Ungar,
Matthew Halsall,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Fela Kuti,
UT,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Trumans Water,
Marvin Gaye,
Metal Thangz,
MDC,
Bootsy Collins,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Wasted Youth,
Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Camberwell Now,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Wyatt,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
Minor Threat,
K-Klass,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
The American Breed,
Lightning Bolt,
Can,
Franke,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Public Enemy,
Bronski Beat,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
John Foxx,
David Axelrod,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.