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 Netherlands and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Connie Case to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Altered Images tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sandy B record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
T. Rex,
Crooked Eye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Siglo XX,
a-ha,
Derrick Morgan,
Zapp,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
David Bowie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jawbox,
Schoolly D,
Byron Stingily,
Janne Schatter,
DJ Style,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Drive Like Jehu,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Dead C,
Gang Green,
Boz Scaggs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nirvana,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Danielle Patucci,
Scott Walker,
Flipper,
Ultra Naté,
Flash Fearless,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Grey Daturas,
Arthur Verocai,
Oneida,
Nas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Remains,
Suicide,
MC5,
Scan 7,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rapeman,
ABC,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
The Raincoats,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Letta Mbulu,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.