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 Kosovo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the clarinet 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amazonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Derrick Morgan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
X-Ray Spex,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bad Manners,
The American Breed,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Minor Threat,
Stetsasonic,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Quando Quango,
Theoretical Girls,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mary Jane Girls,
Underground Resistance,
The Blackbyrds,
Jacob Miller,
Judy Mowatt,
Letta Mbulu,
UT,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Idris Muhammad,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Albert Ayler,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Black Moon,
The Last Poets,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang Green,
Rotary Connection,
Crispian St. Peters,
Scrapy,
Kayak,
The Trojans,
Eric Dolphy,
LL Cool J,
Funky Four + One,
Clear Light,
Soul II Soul,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
the Swans,
Moss Icon,
The Real Kids,
Ponytail,
Pere Ubu,
Sex Pistols,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.