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 Solomon Islands 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Patti Smith to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Warsaw,
Minor Threat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
FM Einheit,
The Dave Clark Five,
In Retrospect,
Yazoo,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Faraquet,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Popol Vuh,
Dual Sessions,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joy Division,
Fluxion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Amon Düül II,
Skarface,
Quantec,
Kerrie Biddell,
Curtis Mayfield,
The United States of America,
Throbbing Gristle,
Soul Sonic Force,
Harmonia,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
Gabor Szabo,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
Al Stewart,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Lalann,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Blancmange,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Hot Snakes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.