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 Bhutan and from Toronto.
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 Manila and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 LL Cool J to the grunge 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
James White and The Blacks,
Hashim,
Altered Images,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Average White Band,
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fad Gadget,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fear,
Crooked Eye,
Magma,
Avey Tare,
Cecil Taylor,
Popol Vuh,
Don Cherry,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Nas,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Todd Terry,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
kango's stein massive,
Josef K,
Faust,
Todd Rundgren,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Monks,
Qualms,
Suicide,
The Slackers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Ossler,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Busters,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
Michelle Simonal,
Pantytec,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
David McCallum,
The Neon Judgement,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.