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 Andorra and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 organ 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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Japan,
Todd Terry,
the Germs,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names,
DJ Sneak,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marcia Griffiths,
kango's stein massive,
Circle Jerks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
the Swans,
Magazine,
Ituana,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Sonic Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Avey Tare,
Mars,
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Television Personalities,
Boredoms,
R.M.O.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Duran Duran,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Modern Lovers,
Moss Icon,
Mark Hollis,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Bad Manners,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pet Shop Boys,
Piero Umiliani,
Barry Ungar,
Godley & Creme,
The Offenders,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aswad,
Bill Near,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Christie,
James White and The Blacks,
Lyres,
Eurythmics,
The Tremeloes,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
World's Most,
Amon Düül,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Man Parrish,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.