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 Oman and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oblivians record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Moebius,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Wake,
the Human League,
Adolescents,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
David Bowie,
FM Einheit,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Searchers,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Public Enemy,
MC5,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Toni Rubio,
Roy Ayers,
Barbara Tucker,
MDC,
The Victims,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Eve St. Jones,
B.T. Express,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sällskapet,
Bobby Womack,
Motorama,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
Wings,
The Last Poets,
The Fall,
Main Source,
D'Angelo,
Janne Schatter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
Lalo Schifrin,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Metal Thangz,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Carl Craig,
Patti Smith,
Brick,
CMW,
The Black Dice,
the Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.