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 Belarus and from London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes 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 This Heat to the disco 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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Scott Walker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rotary Connection record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
Oneida,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Brothers Johnson,
Rapeman,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Machine,
Carl Craig,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Symarip,
Half Japanese,
Slick Rick,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
D'Angelo,
Crash Course in Science,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Gang Starr,
Marine Girls,
Robert Görl,
Urselle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Residents,
The Fortunes,
Joe Finger,
Grauzone,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Red Krayola,
10cc,
Soft Cell,
The Stooges,
Chrome,
Second Layer,
Eric B and Rakim,
Hardrive,
Rosa Yemen,
The Shadows of Knight,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
New York Dolls,
Kas Product,
Boogie Down Productions,
Motorama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.