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 Malawi and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Bobby Womack to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Niagra,
Wolf Eyes,
The Blues Magoos,
Blossom Toes,
Roy Ayers,
Inner City,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
8 Eyed Spy,
Chrome,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Evens,
The Star Department,
Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Suicide,
Mission of Burma,
Peter and Kerry,
Severed Heads,
Ornette Coleman,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
The Seeds,
Danielle Patucci,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Gap Band,
Sun City Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fugazi,
Alphaville,
The Black Dice,
DJ Style,
Matthew Bourne,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Black Sheep,
The Electric Prunes,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
The Cure,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Pole,
Amon Düül,
Brothers Johnson,
Soul II Soul,
Brand Nubian,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Motions,
Loose Ends,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Image Ltd.,
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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.