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 Chad and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 spring reverb 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 Subhumans to the punk 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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Section 25,
Audionom,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Massinfluence,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
Television Personalities,
Young Marble Giants,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Peter & Gordon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Average White Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Pylon,
the Association,
Visage,
X-102,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Tommy Roe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Grass Roots,
Wally Richardson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Byron Stingily,
Jeff Lynne,
The Motions,
Leonard Cohen,
Ponytail,
Arcadia,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Lyres,
Niagra,
the Normal,
Qualms,
Dual Sessions,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Alison Limerick,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Max Romeo,
Schoolly D,
Stockholm Monsters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sarah Menescal,
Harry Pussy,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy,
Surgeon,
Swell Maps,
Black Sheep,
The Knickerbockers,
This Heat,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
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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.