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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 Roxy Music to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Black Moon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ohio Players,
Stiv Bators,
The Dirtbombs,
Erykah Badu,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Monochrome Set,
Nas,
Pylon,
Lou Christie,
Rosa Yemen,
Heaven 17,
Alphaville,
Mission of Burma,
Maleditus Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Oneida,
Josef K,
Man Parrish,
The Smoke,
New Order,
Cameo,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Deadbeat,
Y Pants,
Infiniti,
Jeff Mills,
CMW,
Pulsallama,
Mantronix,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Zapp,
Little Man,
Ludus,
The Wake,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
The Litter,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Darondo,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Albert Ayler,
Terry Callier,
Byron Stingily,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
EPMD,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.