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 Cyprus and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
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 rhodes 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 Zero Boys to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Juan Atkins,
Livin' Joy,
UT,
Drexciya,
Chris Corsano,
The Stooges,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Quantec,
Barbara Tucker,
John Foxx,
Jeff Mills,
The Associates,
Marshall Jefferson,
Letta Mbulu,
Brass Construction,
Zapp,
Alton Ellis,
Leonard Cohen,
Circle Jerks,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
The Grass Roots,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Television,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
X-101,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Move,
The Zeros,
Wolf Eyes,
Warsaw,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Jeru the Damaja,
Excepter,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gladiators,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ten City,
Piero Umiliani,
Eve St. Jones,
Altered Images,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
John Cale,
Dawn Penn,
The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy, The Sisters of Mercy.
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.