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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Faraquet to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Massinfluence,
Bauhaus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Agent Orange,
Pylon,
The Seeds,
Scratch Acid,
The Neon Judgement,
The American Breed,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sandy B,
Fluxion,
Crispy Ambulance,
John Cale,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
Donny Hathaway,
The Victims,
The New Christs,
Alison Limerick,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Iggy Pop,
Robert Wyatt,
The Zeros,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bad Manners,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Blues Magoos,
Saccharine Trust,
Smog,
Anakelly,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stiv Bators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minny Pops,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Reed,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.