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 Czech Republic and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 marimba 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 The Men They Couldn't Hang to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Amazonics,
Pole,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
The Litter,
Country Teasers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Slick Rick,
The Last Poets,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minutemen,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soul Sonic Force,
8 Eyed Spy,
Boredoms,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Crispian St. Peters,
JFA,
Faust,
The Moleskins,
The Blues Magoos,
Ronan,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Main Source,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Archie Shepp,
Eddi Front,
Gang of Four,
Man Eating Sloth,
Surgeon,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Unrelated Segments,
Tubeway Army,
Gang Gang Dance,
Johnny Clarke,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monks,
The Saints,
Negative Approach,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
The Standells,
48th St. Collective,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.