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 Jordan and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Lower 48 to the techno 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Deepchord tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Donny Hathaway,
Lyres,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Move,
Outsiders,
Marcia Griffiths,
Babytalk,
Oblivians,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Carl Craig,
Pussy Galore,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Zapp,
Nils Olav,
Unrelated Segments,
The Invisible,
Guru Guru,
Q and Not U,
Leonard Cohen,
Bootsy Collins,
In Retrospect,
Brass Construction,
Crispy Ambulance,
Royal Trux,
Erasure,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funkadelic,
Eve St. Jones,
Public Enemy,
Livin' Joy,
Derrick May,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
K-Klass,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Young Rascals,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alice Coltrane,
The Tremeloes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
OOIOO,
Nick Fraelich,
Desert Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Chrome,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
June of 44,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
Sexual Harrassment,
Faust,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.