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 Swaziland and from New York.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Rotary Connection to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
JFA,
Byron Stingily,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Monolake,
Moby Grape,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Real Kids,
Black Sheep,
Massinfluence,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Five Americans,
the Bar-Kays,
the Swans,
Amazonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
Fugazi,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
Infiniti,
UT,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Guru Guru,
Hardrive,
Talk Talk,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oneida,
Erasure,
Kas Product,
Pussy Galore,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Soul II Soul,
The Electric Prunes,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Aloha Tigers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Y Pants,
Hot Snakes,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Rosa Yemen,
Funkadelic,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.