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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 organ 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 The United States of America to the grunge 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Rotary Connection tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Kerri Chandler,
Scratch Acid,
Chris Corsano,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Sugar Minott,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Royal Trux,
Desert Stars,
Agent Orange,
Andrew Hill,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Connie Case,
Das Ding,
The Dirtbombs,
Anakelly,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Pylon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
The Cure,
Crooked Eye,
Bob Dylan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Cameo,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
The Evens,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Lou Christie,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Newcleus,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Flamin' Groovies,
Procol Harum,
Khruangbin,
Robert Görl,
Wire,
Mission of Burma,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.