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 East Timor and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marine Girls to the electroclash 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 Moebius. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Q65,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bad Manners,
Newcleus,
Josef K,
James White and The Blacks,
Crooked Eye,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Wasted Youth,
a-ha,
The Fuzztones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Joey Negro,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Mad Mike,
Au Pairs,
Liliput,
Harry Pussy,
Visage,
World's Most,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Chris Corsano,
Man Parrish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Anakelly,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Ponytail,
Model 500,
Barbara Tucker,
The Tremeloes,
Bush Tetras,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
LL Cool J,
Marine Girls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Barrington Levy,
Tres Demented,
The Count Five,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
New Age Steppers,
Bobby Byrd,
One Last Wish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Moebius,
Marcia Griffiths,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.