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 Malta and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Music Machine to the crunk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Second Layer,
Moebius,
Kas Product,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
LL Cool J,
Grauzone,
Aloha Tigers,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Max Romeo,
Unwound,
Pylon,
H. Thieme,
Gang Gang Dance,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Iggy Pop,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Y Pants,
Half Japanese,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Skatalites,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hashim,
The Gun Club,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kurtis Blow,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Popol Vuh,
T.S.O.L.,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Make Up,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
The Cowsills,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Nils Olav,
Masters at Work,
Swell Maps,
Skarface,
Davy DMX,
Livin' Joy,
Tomorrow,
Cybotron,
Hot Snakes,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.