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 Korea South and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 rhodes 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 Monolake to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
John Lydon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Freddie Wadling,
Basic Channel,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bad Manners,
Marc Almond,
Crispian St. Peters,
U.S. Maple,
Nils Olav,
Sound Behaviour,
Popol Vuh,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Deakin,
Carl Craig,
The Cramps,
The Fortunes,
the Germs,
Yellowson,
Suburban Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Can,
DJ Sneak,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Saints,
Moebius,
Moby Grape,
Alice Coltrane,
Terrestrial Tones,
Cecil Taylor,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Minny Pops,
The Techniques,
Q and Not U,
Theoretical Girls,
a-ha,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Pantaleimon,
Skriet,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.