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 Bahrain and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cramps,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Michelle Simonal,
Public Enemy,
Lou Reed,
The Toasters,
F. McDonald,
Barrington Levy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Metal Thangz,
EPMD,
Boz Scaggs,
The Stooges,
Intrusion,
The Dead C,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Anakelly,
The Invisible,
Gichy Dan,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
The Barracudas,
Q and Not U,
Massinfluence,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
The Durutti Column,
CMW,
Livin' Joy,
The Knickerbockers,
Cal Tjader,
Los Fastidios,
Mandrill,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skaos,
Talk Talk,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crash Course in Science,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Television Personalities,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Ten City,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.