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 Turkmenistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the funk 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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Offenders,
The Wake,
Altered Images,
Wally Richardson,
Blossom Toes,
Todd Terry,
Darondo,
Liliput,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
The Trojans,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joe Finger,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
Rakim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suburban Knight,
Excepter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Visage,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Roy Ayers,
the Slits,
Faraquet,
Yellowson,
UT,
Newcleus,
James White and The Blacks,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Cramps,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultimate Spinach,
Blake Baxter,
Sun City Girls,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
The Evens,
Ludus,
Banda Bassotti,
Goldenarms,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.