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 Solomon Islands and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sister Nancy to the disco 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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonic Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Deadbeat,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Bauhaus,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Hoover,
Rod Modell,
Arab on Radar,
Aaron Thompson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Techniques,
The Black Dice,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blake Baxter,
The Fortunes,
Wire,
Mark Hollis,
Con Funk Shun,
Drexciya,
Jawbox,
Rekid,
Smog,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
Man Parrish,
10cc,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Q and Not U,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gichy Dan,
Pylon,
Hot Snakes,
The Gun Club,
Crash Course in Science,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Crime,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Warren Ellis,
The Dirtbombs,
Bill Near,
Lou Reed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.