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 Eritrea and from Tehran.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Alarm Clocks to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Index,
Underground Resistance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Wake,
Flash Fearless,
Franke,
Dual Sessions,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
Aswad,
Howard Jones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marine Girls,
Quadrant,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Cheater Slicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Robert Görl,
Letta Mbulu,
The American Breed,
Moebius,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joe Smooth,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Eden Ahbez,
Eve St. Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Black Pus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Fire Engines,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Electric Prunes,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Junior Murvin,
Black Sheep,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Matthew Halsall,
Au Pairs,
Hasil Adkins,
Sarah Menescal,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Severed Heads,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.