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 Iran and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Sun Ra Arkestra to the crunk 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
Inner City,
Leonard Cohen,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Heaven 17,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Skaos,
Joe Smooth,
Eddi Front,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Don Cherry,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Move,
Danielle Patucci,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Pet Shop Boys,
Spandau Ballet,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
Schoolly D,
World's Most,
Urselle,
Oneida,
UT,
Cecil Taylor,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Selecter,
MC5,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Moss Icon,
Soul Sonic Force,
LL Cool J,
Jandek,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Dirtbombs,
Section 25,
The Sonics,
Public Enemy,
Mo-Dettes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smiths,
The Monks,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Beau Brummels,
Banda Bassotti,
Los Fastidios,
Shoche,
Ice-T,
The Mojo Men,
Barry Ungar,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.