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 Cameroon and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
The Offenders,
Josef K,
Unwound,
Dennis Brown,
AZ,
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Henry Cow,
Lower 48,
Crispy Ambulance,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
D'Angelo,
Maleditus Sound,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
John Foxx,
David Bowie,
Roxette,
Chris & Cosey,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Nico,
Sonic Youth,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
48th St. Collective,
Ossler,
The Gun Club,
OOIOO,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Fatback Band,
Urselle,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Graham Central Station,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Hood,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
the Sonics,
Television,
Dual Sessions,
Basic Channel,
Popol Vuh,
The Black Dice,
The Mummies,
Gong,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.