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 Bulgaria and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 sitar 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 Ohio Players to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pantaleimon. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Kayak,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Ultravox,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kevin Saunderson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Henry Cow,
The Star Department,
Country Teasers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
Spandau Ballet,
Ludus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mark Hollis,
Crooked Eye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liliput,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Five Americans,
Model 500,
Subhumans,
Lightning Bolt,
Man Parrish,
Barrington Levy,
Dead Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Althea and Donna,
Scott Walker,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
Tubeway Army,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DNA,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quadrant,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
June of 44,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.