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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Winnipeg.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Jandek to the electroclash 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Television Personalities,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Infiniti,
Black Pus,
Archie Shepp,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Jeff Lynne,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
Bush Tetras,
Scientists,
Absolute Body Control,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Harry Pussy,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Charles Mingus,
Andrew Hill,
Scott Walker,
Judy Mowatt,
Model 500,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Traffic Nightmare,
Big Daddy Kane,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pylon,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Freddie Wadling,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Loose Ends,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Sheep,
Janne Schatter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
In Retrospect,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.