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 Luxembourg and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 8 Eyed Spy to the dance 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Evens,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Pantytec,
Cluster,
Robert Hood,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter & Gordon,
Funky Four + One,
Yazoo,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Sam Rivers,
Oblivians,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul Sonic Force,
Visage,
The Gories,
Man Parrish,
The Knickerbockers,
Ultra Naté,
Rosa Yemen,
Faraquet,
The Mummies,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Last Poets,
The Offenders,
Monolake,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Interpol,
The Moody Blues,
Jimmy McGriff,
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Alphaville,
The Monochrome Set,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
John Lydon,
KRS-One,
The Stooges,
Massinfluence,
The Star Department,
Marmalade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Toasters,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
The Gap Band,
Siglo XX,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Prince Buster,
Youth Brigade,
Al Stewart,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.