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 South Sudan and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Jeff Mills to the rap 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Crash Course in Science,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Roger Hodgson,
Chris & Cosey,
Quadrant,
The Velvet Underground,
Parry Music,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Modern Lovers,
Ponytail,
Mr. Review,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Bobby Byrd,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dual Sessions,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
The Detroit Cobras,
Girls At Our Best!,
CMW,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Leaves,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Barclay James Harvest,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
MC5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Wire,
the Fania All-Stars,
Make Up,
These Immortal Souls,
Minutemen,
The Blues Magoos,
The Real Kids,
Roy Ayers,
48th St. Collective,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Television,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.