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 Cape Verde and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Nick Fraelich to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gories,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Silicon Teens,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
Swell Maps,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Angry Samoans,
The Vogues,
Jandek,
Moss Icon,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Spandau Ballet,
The Gun Club,
Symarip,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Slick Rick,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Can,
Ossler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Flipper,
The Moleskins,
Jacob Miller,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Raincoats,
Grandmaster Flash,
Icehouse,
Nation of Ulysses,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gang of Four,
The Young Rascals,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
KRS-One,
Organ,
Magazine,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Misunderstood,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sparks,
Agitation Free,
Stockholm Monsters,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Grauzone,
Qualms,
Pantaleimon,
Scientists,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.