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 Algeria and from Manchester.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Charles Mingus to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Simply Red record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
the Germs,
The Happenings,
Mad Mike,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Y Pants,
Leonard Cohen,
Unwound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nirvana,
Loose Ends,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blossom Toes,
The Fuzztones,
June Days,
Cheater Slicks,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Sound,
H. Thieme,
Hashim,
Iggy Pop,
Kaleidoscope,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Public Enemy,
Godley & Creme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spandau Ballet,
Flash Fearless,
Todd Rundgren,
Scrapy,
Crash Course in Science,
Swell Maps,
Outsiders,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Monolake,
Brand Nubian,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lee Hazlewood,
Negative Approach,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
The Motions,
Nas,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.