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 Swaziland and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gang Starr to the disco 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sunsets and Hearts record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
Rakim,
Ludus,
Bill Near,
Jeff Mills,
Mr. Review,
U.S. Maple,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
The Black Dice,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Schoolly D,
KRS-One,
Neil Young,
Lower 48,
Niagra,
Trumans Water,
Nick Fraelich,
Peter & Gordon,
Eurythmics,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jandek,
Barbara Tucker,
X-101,
Simply Red,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television Personalities,
Lyres,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Sun Ra,
The Wake,
John Lydon,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Evens,
Robert Wyatt,
Dennis Brown,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Groovy Waters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
the Swans,
Cecil Taylor,
Surgeon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pussy Galore,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bauhaus,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.