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 Iceland and from Cairo.
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 Lyon and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro 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 The Cure to the jazz 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
Dennis Brown,
Theoretical Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Michelle Simonal,
Popol Vuh,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Q65,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Don Cherry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Cecil Taylor,
Agitation Free,
Inner City,
Scion,
Sugar Minott,
Duran Duran,
Brand Nubian,
Sällskapet,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bob Dylan,
Rekid,
the Soft Cell,
The Standells,
Loose Ends,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
Man Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Juan Atkins,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool Moe Dee,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Style,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Marvin Gaye,
Tim Buckley,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Television Personalities,
Siglo XX,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Spoonie Gee,
Sixth Finger,
Procol Harum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
AZ,
The Raincoats,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
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.