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 Ivory Coast and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum 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 Judy Mowatt to the grime 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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Schoolly D,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
The Martian,
UT,
X-102,
Gang Starr,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
Cluster,
Albert Ayler,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Severed Heads,
Erykah Badu,
The Real Kids,
Icehouse,
X-Ray Spex,
Minnie Riperton,
Peter & Gordon,
John Foxx,
DJ Style,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Das Ding,
Magma,
Drexciya,
Flash Fearless,
Idris Muhammad,
the Germs,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Angels of Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
The Toasters,
Quadrant,
The Alarm Clocks,
Maleditus Sound,
B.T. Express,
T.S.O.L.,
Ludus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Graham Central Station,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Second Layer,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Leonard Cohen,
Fluxion,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.