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 Japan and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Big Daddy Kane to the crunk 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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Fatback Band,
Monks,
Anakelly,
Wire,
Technova,
The Fuzztones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
The Dirtbombs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mad Mike,
The Residents,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Young Marble Giants,
Scott Walker,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Interpol,
David Axelrod,
The Five Americans,
Fela Kuti,
Dead Boys,
Minutemen,
Drexciya,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
Jandek,
The Raincoats,
The Motions,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
Max Romeo,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Ken Boothe,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
The Blackbyrds,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Loose Ends,
Letta Mbulu,
Cameo,
Flipper,
Faust,
Dorothy Ashby,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sam Rivers,
The New Christs,
Supertramp,
Excepter,
Newcleus,
La Düsseldorf,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
a-ha,
Pantytec,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.