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 Thailand and from Mumbai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 marimba 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 Bill Wells to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Rekid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lower 48,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gang Green,
The Slackers,
Chris Corsano,
Japan,
Eden Ahbez,
Silicon Teens,
Rites of Spring,
The Golliwogs,
Babytalk,
The Index,
UT,
Model 500,
Sun Ra,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Bang On A Can,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed,
Severed Heads,
Amazonics,
Swans,
The Searchers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Barracudas,
Peter and Kerry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
The Velvet Underground,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Skarface,
Charles Mingus,
Pylon,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Television,
Section 25,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C,
Roger Hodgson,
Ohio Players,
Simply Red,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.