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 New Zealand and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Delta 5 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
Bobby Sherman,
Nas,
T. Rex,
the Soft Cell,
K-Klass,
Jawbox,
Man Parrish,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
Fugazi,
The Fire Engines,
The Durutti Column,
The Cure,
Big Daddy Kane,
Negative Approach,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sonics,
Tom Boy,
CMW,
The Electric Prunes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bill Near,
Cal Tjader,
PIL,
Zapp,
Surgeon,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Au Pairs,
Gang of Four,
David McCallum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
The Saints,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Black Dice,
The Vogues,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
cv313,
The Raincoats,
Bronski Beat,
Drive Like Jehu,
FM Einheit,
Von Mondo,
Massinfluence,
Danielle Patucci,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Boz Scaggs,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Deadbeat,
Archie Shepp,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Fela Kuti,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.