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 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Danielle Patucci to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bar-Kays. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Copeland,
Fela Kuti,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rod Modell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bobby Byrd,
Roxy Music,
The Index,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Kenny Larkin,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
UT,
JFA,
Guru Guru,
Average White Band,
Isaac Hayes,
The Smiths,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Finger,
Procol Harum,
Johnny Clarke,
Basic Channel,
Slave,
Josef K,
Bobby Womack,
Avey Tare,
Patti Smith,
Electric Light Orchestra,
B.T. Express,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Don Cherry,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
The Monks,
the Swans,
Mad Mike,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Symarip,
Section 25,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Japan,
Hoover,
Danielle Patucci,
Whodini,
Peter and Kerry,
Ituana,
L. Decosne,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sparks,
Make Up, Make Up, Make Up, Make Up.
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.