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 Suriname and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Juan Atkins to the grime 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Lou Reed,
Absolute Body Control,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
John Lydon,
Henry Cow,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gong,
This Heat,
Make Up,
K-Klass,
Brick,
Pagans,
Brothers Johnson,
Dead Boys,
Quadrant,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quantec,
The Black Dice,
Gastr Del Sol,
Monolake,
Morten Harket,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Ultra Naté,
The Golliwogs,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fear,
Brand Nubian,
The Names,
ABC,
The Cure,
Unwound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Normal,
Pole,
Rakim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pretty Things,
Jawbox,
The Cowsills,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Metal Thangz,
LL Cool J,
Gichy Dan,
Harmonia,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.