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 Honduras and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Idris Muhammad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sixth Finger,
The Smoke,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Remains,
Depeche Mode,
Joensuu 1685,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Gang of Four,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Cybotron,
ABC,
Section 25,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Steve Hackett,
Aswad,
Alphaville,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Pere Ubu,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
The New Christs,
Joey Negro,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Peter & Gordon,
The Doors,
Todd Rundgren,
Crime,
Massinfluence,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Slits,
Zapp,
Hoover,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jesper Dahlback,
Slick Rick,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Frankie Knuckles,
Outsiders,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
In Retrospect,
Sun Ra,
Aloha Tigers,
Bad Manners,
the Human League,
Youth Brigade,
The Slackers,
Lakeside,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks, Teenage Jesus and the Jerks.
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.