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 Panama and from Mexico City.
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 Salvador and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 rhodes 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 Pagans 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Halsall,
The Leaves,
Television,
Lyres,
The Angels of Light,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Crooked Eye,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Saccharine Trust,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
Joe Smooth,
The J.B.'s,
Royal Trux,
Hardrive,
Porter Ricks,
Country Teasers,
Fear,
The Busters,
Simply Red,
The Move,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zero Boys,
Half Japanese,
Goldenarms,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Zeros,
Deadbeat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Sister Nancy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Skatalites,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Moby Grape,
The Knickerbockers,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Albert Ayler,
The Wake,
Magma,
Skarface,
Hashim,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Clarke,
cv313,
Pagans,
Carl Craig,
Groovy Waters,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.