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 Uruguay and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 snare 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 Hasil Adkins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Buckinghams,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Gories,
Metal Thangz,
Depeche Mode,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Japan,
Soulsonic Force,
Aaron Thompson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Motions,
The Gladiators,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Scan 7,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
The Sonics,
Bobby Byrd,
Radio Birdman,
Kas Product,
John Coltrane,
Isaac Hayes,
Danielle Patucci,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Anakelly,
Moby Grape,
Sister Nancy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Real Kids,
Hot Snakes,
Iggy Pop,
Animal Collective,
Crooked Eye,
Graham Central Station,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
Stetsasonic,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
Joy Division,
Skriet,
Joe Smooth,
Sugar Minott,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul II Soul,
The Techniques,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Slits,
Sällskapet,
UT,
Don Cherry,
Sex Pistols,
The Five Americans,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.