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 Peru and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Amazonics to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
Minutemen,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Brothers Johnson,
The Slits,
Nirvana,
the Bar-Kays,
Wasted Youth,
Man Eating Sloth,
Josef K,
Ralphi Rosario,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Techniques,
The Fugs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Sun City Girls,
Subhumans,
The Velvet Underground,
Nils Olav,
Scion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gerry Rafferty,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
The Kinks,
Jeff Lynne,
Model 500,
The Names,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry's Kids,
Kaleidoscope,
Scratch Acid,
Donny Hathaway,
Fela Kuti,
Rosa Yemen,
Deepchord,
Monolake,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Derrick May,
Surgeon,
Guru Guru,
Lebanon Hanover,
B.T. Express,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Television,
Cheater Slicks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Soft Machine,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tim Buckley,
Shuggie Otis,
Smog,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.