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 Yemen and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Neil Young,
Wire,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
X-101,
The Seeds,
The Modern Lovers,
The Searchers,
K-Klass,
Royal Trux,
The Barracudas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Q and Not U,
The Moody Blues,
The Alarm Clocks,
D'Angelo,
Fela Kuti,
Agent Orange,
Godley & Creme,
Delon & Dalcan,
Quando Quango,
Funky Four + One,
Ornette Coleman,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Brass Construction,
Underground Resistance,
Letta Mbulu,
Alton Ellis,
The Victims,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Howard Jones,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scan 7,
PIL,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
the Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Avey Tare,
The Slits,
Sight & Sound,
The Wake,
MDC,
Byron Stingily,
Josef K,
Agitation Free,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Franke,
Technova,
Fat Boys,
Amon Düül,
Wolf Eyes,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.