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 Monaco and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin 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 FM Einheit to the funk 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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All The Count Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bad Manners,
Y Pants,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Index,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Hasil Adkins,
The Human League,
The Selecter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nick Fraelich,
One Last Wish,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Neu!,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Jerry's Kids,
Qualms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Groovy Waters,
T.S.O.L.,
The Stooges,
Steve Hackett,
Sonny Sharrock,
Slick Rick,
Fela Kuti,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Bronski Beat,
UT,
The Slackers,
Angry Samoans,
Deadbeat,
The Velvet Underground,
Pylon,
Bobby Womack,
The Alarm Clocks,
Black Bananas,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Symarip,
kango's stein massive,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unrelated Segments,
Black Sheep,
The Pretty Things,
Gastr Del Sol,
The United States of America,
Fugazi,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Jesper Dahlback,
Yellowson,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.