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 Mali and from London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 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 Magma to the techno 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Chris & Cosey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
10cc,
The Leaves,
Mo-Dettes,
Donny Hathaway,
Bill Near,
Erykah Badu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter and Kerry,
Saccharine Trust,
Little Man,
the Germs,
Terrestrial Tones,
Todd Rundgren,
Sound Behaviour,
the Slits,
Slave,
Ultravox,
F. McDonald,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Blancmange,
MDC,
cv313,
La Düsseldorf,
Michelle Simonal,
Dave Gahan,
Max Romeo,
Dennis Brown,
The Young Rascals,
Tomorrow,
T.S.O.L.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alison Limerick,
The Five Americans,
Surgeon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Todd Terry,
KRS-One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
Lindisfarne,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
T. Rex,
Hashim,
The Move,
Archie Shepp,
Section 25,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.