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 Uruguay and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Crooked Eye to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Sällskapet,
T. Rex,
Bobby Womack,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sister Nancy,
Glambeats Corp.,
X-102,
Main Source,
Marmalade,
John Foxx,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Liliput,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
The Gories,
Crime,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Index,
Ronan,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pussy Galore,
Lee Hazlewood,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Cure,
Tres Demented,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pagans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
UT,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Sonics,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
MC5,
Sonic Youth,
The New Christs,
The Evens,
The Standells,
The Last Poets,
The Angels of Light,
The Busters,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fat Boys,
FM Einheit,
Nick Fraelich,
Joey Negro,
Minnie Riperton,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.