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 Russia and from Cairo.
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 Jakarta and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Technova to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Scrapy. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
Donald Byrd,
Spoonie Gee,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Names,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
Minnie Riperton,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Organ,
The Real Kids,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rufus Thomas,
Pole,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Make Up,
The Invisible,
Skarface,
Mantronix,
Scan 7,
Freddie Wadling,
Zapp,
Cecil Taylor,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bobby Sherman,
Hardrive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Section 25,
Kenny Larkin,
DNA,
KRS-One,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Kinks,
Delta 5,
Tears for Fears,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Avey Tare,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Dave Clark Five,
Amon Düül,
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mr. Review,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
The Selecter,
Quadrant,
Albert Ayler,
Crime,
Soft Machine,
Model 500,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Trojans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.