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 Paraguay and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 spring reverb 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 Sarah Menescal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Buckinghams,
Sonic Youth,
Skarface,
The Pretty Things,
Minny Pops,
ABBA,
the Swans,
New Order,
June of 44,
Connie Case,
Michelle Simonal,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jesper Dahlback,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fugs,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Zero Boys,
Technova,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stiv Bators,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Index,
Shuggie Otis,
Iggy Pop,
Swans,
Drive Like Jehu,
Amon Düül II,
Jacob Miller,
Funky Four + One,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lightning Bolt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Terrestrial Tones,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Mantronix,
Procol Harum,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Lou Christie,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Malaria!,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.