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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Eli Mardock to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Henry Cow,
Khruangbin,
L. Decosne,
Reagan Youth,
Desert Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Jawbox,
Gong,
Lindisfarne,
Alice Coltrane,
Crooked Eye,
The Toasters,
The Residents,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Blues Magoos,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Shuggie Otis,
Pulsallama,
Soul Sonic Force,
Anakelly,
Lyres,
Hardrive,
Pantaleimon,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
Talk Talk,
Warsaw,
Symarip,
Fatback Band,
John Cale,
Scientists,
The J.B.'s,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
The Dead C,
The Gun Club,
Terrestrial Tones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gories,
T. Rex,
The Sonics,
Glenn Branca,
Monks,
June of 44,
Marshall Jefferson,
Laurel Aitken,
Whodini,
Minny Pops,
Half Japanese,
Black Moon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nik Kershaw,
Magma,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.