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 Ukraine and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 guitar 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
Michelle Simonal,
Warsaw,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Country Teasers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Marmalade,
Lou Reed,
ABBA,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Hashim,
Aloha Tigers,
Public Enemy,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
cv313,
Sex Pistols,
Faust,
The Angels of Light,
Darondo,
Anakelly,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama,
Magma,
a-ha,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
The Human League,
Depeche Mode,
Pere Ubu,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
Visage,
Anthony Braxton,
The Motions,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Slave,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ossler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
K-Klass,
The Slackers,
Sound Behaviour,
Nas,
Wally Richardson,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra,
La Düsseldorf,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.