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 the UAE and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bobby Sherman,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare,
Barbara Tucker,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soft Machine,
Althea and Donna,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Neon Judgement,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Young Marble Giants,
Ralphi Rosario,
World's Most,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scott Walker,
The Beau Brummels,
Public Enemy,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Ten City,
Archie Shepp,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Bill Near,
F. McDonald,
Severed Heads,
Kurtis Blow,
Mark Hollis,
Smog,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Delta 5,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Interpol,
Aural Exciters,
Camberwell Now,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
The Searchers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nik Kershaw,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
The Sonics,
Bad Manners,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.