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 Greece and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 sitar 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Christie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
OOIOO,
Lucky Dragons,
Iggy Pop,
Jacques Brel,
Rapeman,
kango's stein massive,
Average White Band,
K-Klass,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Monks,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
Inner City,
Soulsonic Force,
Clear Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pole,
Black Pus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scientists,
Terrestrial Tones,
Roxy Music,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Mummies,
Amazonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Young Marble Giants,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon,
David Bowie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Kinks,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grauzone,
Minnie Riperton,
Suburban Knight,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
Eurythmics,
Tubeway Army,
James Chance & The Contortions,
John Cale,
Roger Hodgson,
ABBA,
Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Khruangbin,
Newcleus,
Camouflage,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.