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 Sudan and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skriet to the grunge 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
John Coltrane,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
DNA,
the Germs,
Saccharine Trust,
The Wake,
Aswad,
Neil Young,
Aural Exciters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
T. Rex,
Alison Limerick,
Joensuu 1685,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Quadrant,
Ossler,
Aaron Thompson,
The United States of America,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nik Kershaw,
Deepchord,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Al Stewart,
The Star Department,
Jerry's Kids,
The Remains,
Sarah Menescal,
Derrick May,
The Monks,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
The Slackers,
Con Funk Shun,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler,
Simply Red,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
H. Thieme,
Pantytec,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Henry Cow,
Easy Going,
B.T. Express,
Thee Headcoats,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Wasted Youth,
Whodini,
Colin Newman,
Crooked Eye,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.