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 Thailand and from Winnipeg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Alton Ellis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Vainqueur,
Jimmy McGriff,
Adolescents,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Eden Ahbez,
Half Japanese,
Fluxion,
Qualms,
Ossler,
Janne Schatter,
The Associates,
Rotary Connection,
Spandau Ballet,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kerri Chandler,
Kurtis Blow,
Althea and Donna,
Neu!,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
T.S.O.L.,
Freddie Wadling,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Swans,
The Move,
DJ Style,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cybotron,
The Kinks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Cymande,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Isaac Hayes,
Archie Shepp,
Tres Demented,
Mantronix,
Country Teasers,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Yellowson,
The Pretty Things,
D'Angelo,
Icehouse,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Todd Terry,
The Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
The Leaves,
Khruangbin,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders, The Offenders.
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.