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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Crime,
Kurtis Blow,
Matthew Bourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Radiopuhelimet,
Skaos,
Erasure,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Oblivians,
Kool Moe Dee,
Unwound,
Nils Olav,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Sixth Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
The Knickerbockers,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sällskapet,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
One Last Wish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dual Sessions,
Livin' Joy,
Albert Ayler,
Rites of Spring,
The United States of America,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Kerrie Biddell,
Average White Band,
Bill Wells,
The Moody Blues,
the Fania All-Stars,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.