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 Tanzania and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Pere Ubu,
The Divine Comedy,
Half Japanese,
Little Man,
Bang On A Can,
The Techniques,
The Gladiators,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Cluster,
Thee Headcoats,
Shoche,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Five Americans,
Albert Ayler,
The Residents,
Gong,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Moon,
The Neon Judgement,
Toni Rubio,
World's Most,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cymande,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
John Lydon,
Shuggie Otis,
Todd Terry,
Throbbing Gristle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Talk Talk,
Peter and Kerry,
Eve St. Jones,
Frankie Knuckles,
Glambeats Corp.,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Invisible,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Absolute Body Control,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sex Pistols,
Ituana,
Drive Like Jehu,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.