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 San Marino and from London.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Audionom 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Throbbing Gristle,
Wally Richardson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Erykah Badu,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Tom Boy,
Joe Smooth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Motions,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
Crime,
Pylon,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Stereo Dub,
cv313,
Audionom,
Bobby Byrd,
Faust,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Lalann,
Radiohead,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tim Buckley,
Cluster,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Altered Images,
The Music Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
The Beau Brummels,
The Stooges,
Cheater Slicks,
Sarah Menescal,
Agent Orange,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Unrelated Segments,
Anthony Braxton,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heaven 17,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Inner City,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Icehouse,
Duran Duran,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.