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 Bangladesh 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sam Rivers. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
David McCallum,
Eve St. Jones,
Inner City,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Nas,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Gang Dance,
Susan Cadogan,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
T.S.O.L.,
Marine Girls,
Bad Manners,
Oblivians,
New Order,
Gabor Szabo,
Rod Modell,
Scott Walker,
the Bar-Kays,
Monks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Rosa Yemen,
Crime,
The Move,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Robert Hood,
Roxette,
Procol Harum,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lou Christie,
The Star Department,
John Holt,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Pylon,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
Intrusion,
Parry Music,
Amon Düül,
Radiohead,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Brothers Johnson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Boredoms,
Smog,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Dennis Brown,
Dual Sessions,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.