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 Mali and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Winnipeg.
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 marimba 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Swans. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar 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 oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick May,
the Bar-Kays,
Tears for Fears,
Pantaleimon,
Pierre Henry,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Smooth,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moleskins,
Davy DMX,
Schoolly D,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mantronix,
Boz Scaggs,
Howard Jones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
MDC,
Fluxion,
Ossler,
Accadde A,
Marcia Griffiths,
UT,
Harmonia,
The Velvet Underground,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Loose Ends,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
Hardrive,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sam Rivers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joy Division,
Aloha Tigers,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wire,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Lynne,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Dual Sessions,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Ludus,
Scott Walker,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.