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 Haiti 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Mars to the rap 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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pet Shop Boys 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Roxette,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Glambeats Corp.,
Morten Harket,
Dual Sessions,
Wolf Eyes,
Metal Thangz,
Urselle,
Brick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Maurizio,
Minnie Riperton,
Tres Demented,
OOIOO,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Brand Nubian,
Fela Kuti,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harry Pussy,
Ten City,
Niagra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Knickerbockers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Freddie Wadling,
Gang of Four,
Unwound,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Gabor Szabo,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Goldenarms,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Inner City,
Blossom Toes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Crispy Ambulance,
The Modern Lovers,
The Music Machine,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultimate Spinach,
Fugazi,
EPMD,
The Dave Clark Five,
Scrapy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Hasil Adkins,
H. Thieme,
Lower 48,
The Offenders,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.