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 Eritrea and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fire Engines to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Bizarre Inc.,
Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Gories,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dual Sessions,
Jeru the Damaja,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
48th St. Collective,
The Detroit Cobras,
One Last Wish,
Anthony Braxton,
Davy DMX,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rapeman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Junior Murvin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Jandek,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harpers Bizarre,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Christie,
Barrington Levy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Delta 5,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Holt,
Chrome,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Scion,
Mandrill,
The Monks,
The Victims,
Heaven 17,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Magazine,
DJ Style,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Soul Sonic Force,
Robert Wyatt,
Mr. Review,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Pretty Things,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.