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 Laos 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Ornette Coleman to the dance 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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Dark Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Wasted Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Q and Not U,
Excepter,
The Gun Club,
FM Einheit,
Black Pus,
The Count Five,
The Black Dice,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Vogues,
Sight & Sound,
X-101,
Maleditus Sound,
The Cowsills,
the Sonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Pagans,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Glambeats Corp.,
Deepchord,
Second Layer,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
Ten City,
Smog,
Tommy Roe,
PIL,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mars,
Carl Craig,
Ash Ra Tempel,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fugazi,
Gang Green,
Yellowson,
Funky Four + One,
Camberwell Now,
DJ Style,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Fad Gadget,
David Axelrod,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Stereo Dub,
Kaleidoscope,
Idris Muhammad,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
John Holt,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.