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 Mozambique and from Portland.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Angels of Light to the rock 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quadrant,
Fat Boys,
The Doors,
The Saints,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Roger Hodgson,
Marvin Gaye,
Eric B and Rakim,
One Last Wish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Five Americans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bizarre Inc.,
Symarip,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Johnny Clarke,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Althea and Donna,
The Busters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Bush Tetras,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Desert Stars,
The Golliwogs,
The Last Poets,
Barbara Tucker,
Rapeman,
Dark Day,
Soft Machine,
JFA,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
The Walker Brothers,
Kerri Chandler,
Ituana,
Duran Duran,
Livin' Joy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Royal Trux,
KRS-One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Derrick May,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.