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 Belize and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Alice Coltrane to the disco 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 cv313. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Eric Dolphy,
Man Parrish,
Lalo Schifrin,
Symarip,
Talk Talk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slave,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Audionom,
Amazonics,
Warsaw,
The United States of America,
Oblivians,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
June of 44,
Al Stewart,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
The New Christs,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
David Axelrod,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
The Vogues,
Gerry Rafferty,
Vladislav Delay,
Funkadelic,
Pagans,
Jacob Miller,
Sällskapet,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Frankie Knuckles,
The J.B.'s,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Index,
Neil Young,
Rhythm & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Henry Cow,
Circle Jerks,
Deepchord,
Babytalk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Monochrome Set,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.