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 Costa Rica and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Association to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Blossom Toes,
L. Decosne,
Jerry's Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kenny Larkin,
The Detroit Cobras,
Byron Stingily,
The Monks,
Nas,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
The American Breed,
Porter Ricks,
In Retrospect,
Crooked Eye,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
The Skatalites,
Funky Four + One,
The Fire Engines,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Amon Düül,
Joyce Sims,
Brand Nubian,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bootsy Collins,
Lindisfarne,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Mars,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
Dark Day,
The Stooges,
Lee Hazlewood,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Vladislav Delay,
Banda Bassotti,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-Ray Spex,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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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.