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 Uruguay and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Sound 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June Days 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
Nirvana,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nico,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fugazi,
The Mummies,
F. McDonald,
Technova,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mandrill,
The Walker Brothers,
Adolescents,
Ituana,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang of Four,
Robert Görl,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Wake,
In Retrospect,
X-102,
The Neon Judgement,
Aswad,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
David Bowie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Piero Umiliani,
Gregory Isaacs,
Letta Mbulu,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marine Girls,
DNA,
The Monks,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Fear,
Funky Four + One,
Pere Ubu,
Motorama,
The Remains,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Cale,
MDC,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.