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 Ireland 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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Stereo Dub to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soft Machine. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Clear Light,
Agent Orange,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Birthday Party,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Flamin' Groovies,
Josef K,
Cluster,
10cc,
Gastr Del Sol,
Khruangbin,
Erasure,
Tropical Tobacco,
Electric Prunes,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sandy B,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalo Schifrin,
Public Enemy,
Mr. Review,
The Misunderstood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tears for Fears,
Kenny Larkin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Saccharine Trust,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
Grauzone,
Eric Dolphy,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Alison Limerick,
Mandrill,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Royal Trux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Swell Maps,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
Guru Guru,
Derrick May,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.