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 Vanuatu 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba 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 Letta Mbulu to the punk 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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Scrapy,
Sound Behaviour,
Excepter,
The Selecter,
the Germs,
The Litter,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Dave Gahan,
Avey Tare,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Trojans,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dennis Brown,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Searchers,
Johnny Clarke,
Franke,
Mo-Dettes,
Girls At Our Best!,
EPMD,
Joy Division,
Television Personalities,
Suburban Knight,
The Young Rascals,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Foxx,
Sarah Menescal,
The Blues Magoos,
Blake Baxter,
Skriet,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Radio Birdman,
The United States of America,
Chris Corsano,
The Monochrome Set,
Mr. Review,
Khruangbin,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
48th St. Collective,
Lebanon Hanover,
R.M.O.,
Yusef Lateef,
Wolf Eyes,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Tomorrow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
Index,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.