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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Lungfish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Arcadia,
Stereo Dub,
Basic Channel,
Rakim,
Au Pairs,
Section 25,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Thee Headcoats,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Ludus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Young Marble Giants,
James White and The Blacks,
Rod Modell,
The Modern Lovers,
Outsiders,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Warsaw,
The Residents,
Angry Samoans,
Connie Case,
Cameo,
Franke,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The Neon Judgement,
Sex Pistols,
Grey Daturas,
The Techniques,
The Happenings,
The Moody Blues,
Howard Jones,
Dead Boys,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Young Rascals,
Tropical Tobacco,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Babytalk,
Monks,
Throbbing Gristle,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jerry's Kids,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
PIL,
Lou Reed,
Country Teasers,
Gichy Dan,
Jacques Brel,
Q and Not U,
The Sonics,
Dual Sessions,
Ponytail,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.