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 Italy and from Columbus.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Wire,
Monks,
Eddi Front,
Frankie Knuckles,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Minutemen,
K-Klass,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Human League,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Groovy Waters,
The Fuzztones,
Graham Central Station,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Jawbox,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Can,
Qualms,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Ornette Coleman,
The Toasters,
Hardrive,
Minny Pops,
T. Rex,
The Vogues,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Susan Cadogan,
Blake Baxter,
Camberwell Now,
X-101,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Yusef Lateef,
Flash Fearless,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jimmy McGriff,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Josef K,
These Immortal Souls,
Erykah Badu,
cv313,
Grauzone,
Basic Channel,
Lower 48,
John Lydon,
The Moleskins,
Scan 7,
Black Sheep,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.