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 Tajikistan and from Bremen.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Joe Finger to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
The Divine Comedy,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Roger Hodgson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Derrick Morgan,
Michelle Simonal,
Q and Not U,
Basic Channel,
The Tremeloes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
Joey Negro,
Fela Kuti,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Scientists,
Mandrill,
Hoover,
Harmonia,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
Arthur Verocai,
Popol Vuh,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Starr,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sexual Harrassment,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ralphi Rosario,
Eddi Front,
Yusef Lateef,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Yazoo,
Funkadelic,
The American Breed,
Byron Stingily,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fear,
Maurizio,
Rakim,
Scion,
Wings,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cure,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
Gong,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brothers Johnson,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
R.M.O.,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.