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 Libya and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dawn Penn to the jazz 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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bang On A Can,
the Normal,
Cybotron,
The Fire Engines,
Wolf Eyes,
Animal Collective,
Minny Pops,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Easy Going,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Yaz,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Bobby Sherman,
Man Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
Throbbing Gristle,
Swell Maps,
Guru Guru,
Japan,
Rekid,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Moody Blues,
Roger Hodgson,
Albert Ayler,
Sun Ra,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flipper,
Ronan,
The Index,
Fat Boys,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Fuzztones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Dennis Brown,
The Residents,
Susan Cadogan,
Michelle Simonal,
Camouflage,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Nico,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Simply Red,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Red Krayola,
New York Dolls,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.