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 Moldova and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gerry Rafferty to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Metal Thangz,
Arthur Verocai,
Dark Day,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Angels of Light,
Dennis Brown,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MDC,
E-Dancer,
Index,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bluetip,
Popol Vuh,
The Grass Roots,
Pet Shop Boys,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kenny Larkin,
Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bill Wells,
Lungfish,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Sexual Harrassment,
Johnny Clarke,
Charles Mingus,
Frankie Knuckles,
Basic Channel,
Colin Newman,
Rites of Spring,
KRS-One,
Bush Tetras,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cybotron,
The Blackbyrds,
The Gap Band,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Skarface,
Banda Bassotti,
Harpers Bizarre,
Schoolly D,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Barbara Tucker,
Siglo XX,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Oblivians,
Jerry's Kids,
Roy Ayers,
Susan Cadogan,
Hasil Adkins,
Ten City,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.