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 Burkina and from Paris.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Inner City to the funk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Morten Harket,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Görl,
The Techniques,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Kinks,
The J.B.'s,
Oneida,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Swans,
Crime,
Blossom Toes,
Simply Red,
Circle Jerks,
The Moody Blues,
Barry Ungar,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Crispy Ambulance,
Max Romeo,
Jandek,
Pagans,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Remains,
R.M.O.,
Rod Modell,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Dirtbombs,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
The Busters,
Slave,
Sixth Finger,
The Knickerbockers,
Tim Buckley,
Yaz,
Bill Near,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deadbeat,
Flipper,
Vladislav Delay,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Pus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
La Düsseldorf,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hashim,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.