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 Albania and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
Bill Near,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
New Order,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Masters at Work,
One Last Wish,
FM Einheit,
Joy Division,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Knickerbockers,
Lou Reed,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Monks,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Drive Like Jehu,
Godley & Creme,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siglo XX,
The Red Krayola,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Arcadia,
The Wake,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Bang On A Can,
Sight & Sound,
The Martian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Sonics,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Juan Atkins,
New Age Steppers,
The Saints,
Nils Olav,
Radio Birdman,
Kerri Chandler,
Cheater Slicks,
David McCallum,
H. Thieme,
ABC,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Harry Pussy,
Interpol,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.