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 Woodstock.
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 Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Essential Logic 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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monks,
Johnny Clarke,
Dennis Brown,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
These Immortal Souls,
The Walker Brothers,
Massinfluence,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lyres,
Masters at Work,
Section 25,
Moby Grape,
Danielle Patucci,
The Gun Club,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Frankie Knuckles,
Country Teasers,
Japan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
JFA,
Surgeon,
Black Moon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
Subhumans,
Q and Not U,
Sonny Sharrock,
Freddie Wadling,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Metal Thangz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Alison Limerick,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Von Mondo,
Spandau Ballet,
Intrusion,
Tommy Roe,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Camouflage,
Boogie Down Productions,
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.