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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Essential Logic to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Barrington Levy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Y Pants,
Chris Corsano,
JFA,
DJ Style,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Charles Mingus,
Sarah Menescal,
John Cale,
Ten City,
Radio Birdman,
Blancmange,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
Malaria!,
The Dead C,
Maurizio,
Crooked Eye,
Wasted Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nico,
June Days,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kayak,
Wolf Eyes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Stooges,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Tim Buckley,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
This Heat,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Deadbeat,
Lungfish,
Severed Heads,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alphaville,
Lee Hazlewood,
Lower 48,
Hashim,
Supertramp,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
Derrick Morgan,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jandek,
Buzzcocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Joe Smooth,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.