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 Malaysia 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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Siglo XX to the electroclash 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funky Four + One,
Alton Ellis,
Janne Schatter,
Sonny Sharrock,
Susan Cadogan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Vainqueur,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Stiv Bators,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
Lou Christie,
X-101,
The Barracudas,
Peter & Gordon,
Cluster,
Inner City,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sarah Menescal,
Newcleus,
Interpol,
Grauzone,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Rufus Thomas,
Curtis Mayfield,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Fall,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Wasted Youth,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
The Fugs,
Eric Copeland,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Tubeway Army,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Mo-Dettes,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.