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 Israel and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Y Pants to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Eve St. Jones,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
The J.B.'s,
Thee Headcoats,
Wolf Eyes,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Frankie Knuckles,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Essential Logic,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jacques Brel,
DJ Style,
Fat Boys,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
Peter and Kerry,
kango's stein massive,
Judy Mowatt,
The Blues Magoos,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Real Kids,
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Buzzcocks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gun Club,
Icehouse,
The Neon Judgement,
EPMD,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Black Pus,
The Fuzztones,
Eden Ahbez,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Buckinghams,
Rekid,
Matthew Halsall,
The Trojans,
Mad Mike,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.