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 Guinea and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Marine Girls to the techno 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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Five Americans,
Liliput,
Metal Thangz,
B.T. Express,
Wolf Eyes,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soft Machine,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
The Names,
Avey Tare,
Lou Reed,
Visage,
June of 44,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Flamin' Groovies,
Theoretical Girls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Don Cherry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Funkadelic,
The Modern Lovers,
Masters at Work,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Howard Jones,
Tomorrow,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Tremeloes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scientists,
Severed Heads,
Marine Girls,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Dave Gahan,
Procol Harum,
Soul II Soul,
The Litter,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ituana,
The Fall,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Basic Channel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Unwound,
MC5,
Sex Pistols,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.