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 St Lucia and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
Rakim,
Idris Muhammad,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yazoo,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
Jawbox,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
Jandek,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ten City,
CMW,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
Eurythmics,
Crash Course in Science,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Count Five,
The Cramps,
Todd Rundgren,
Skarface,
Roger Hodgson,
Wally Richardson,
Crispian St. Peters,
Subhumans,
Yusef Lateef,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Pagans,
Stiv Bators,
Barrington Levy,
Hasil Adkins,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Pylon,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joe Smooth,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
K-Klass,
Toni Rubio,
10cc,
The Gap Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Howard Jones,
Quadrant,
The Vogues,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Litter,
Scott Walker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.