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 Iceland and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime 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 Agent Orange. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dirtbombs,
Swell Maps,
The Busters,
The Misunderstood,
Siglo XX,
John Foxx,
The Martian,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Black Moon,
Rakim,
Connie Case,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter & Gordon,
Wasted Youth,
Yellowson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ice-T,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Newcleus,
June Days,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
Donny Hathaway,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Litter,
the Normal,
Kenny Larkin,
the Swans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
ABBA,
Cymande,
Joy Division,
Malaria!,
Quando Quango,
The Beau Brummels,
Jacob Miller,
Scan 7,
Skarface,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Accadde A,
Sam Rivers,
Jandek,
Fela Kuti,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Byron Stingily,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Sound,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kurtis Blow,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pantaleimon,
Cecil Taylor,
The Divine Comedy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Don Cherry,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.