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 Houston.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Parry Music to the rock 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 X-102. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Thompson Twins,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Neon Judgement,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Crooked Eye,
The Young Rascals,
Dennis Brown,
Roxette,
The Busters,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fortunes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Anakelly,
The Divine Comedy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quantec,
The Cramps,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Kaleidoscope,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Grauzone,
Bad Manners,
Nick Fraelich,
Juan Atkins,
Darondo,
Animal Collective,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Eve St. Jones,
Althea and Donna,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rakim,
June Days,
Bobby Byrd,
Donald Byrd,
Camberwell Now,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Mantronix,
the Bar-Kays,
Sound Behaviour,
Drexciya,
Kayak,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.