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 Greece and from Philadelphia.
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 Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Michael McDonald 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 cv313 to the grunge 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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Slave,
Television Personalities,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
These Immortal Souls,
The Star Department,
Reuben Wilson,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Whodini,
Judy Mowatt,
Von Mondo,
Morten Harket,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
Ludus,
Bobby Byrd,
Wire,
Godley & Creme,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ralphi Rosario,
Barrington Levy,
Nils Olav,
Lower 48,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Mills,
Angry Samoans,
Make Up,
John Cale,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Shuggie Otis,
The Standells,
F. McDonald,
Faraquet,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Remains,
The Residents,
Idris Muhammad,
The Velvet Underground,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Organ,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
Animal Collective,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
Dual Sessions,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
OOIOO,
Joensuu 1685,
Mark Hollis,
World's Most,
Das Ding,
The Victims,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.