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 Germany and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the organ 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 Rekid to the grime 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
The Misunderstood,
Black Bananas,
Yusef Lateef,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
The Gap Band,
The Moleskins,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
The Golliwogs,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Motorama,
Swell Maps,
Electric Prunes,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Faust,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cameo,
The Mojo Men,
The Raincoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
F. McDonald,
Judy Mowatt,
Kenny Larkin,
Henry Cow,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sight & Sound,
The Cramps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.