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 South Sudan and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Knickerbockers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Isaac Hayes,
Ohio Players,
Flash Fearless,
The Dead C,
The Music Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hardrive,
Terry Callier,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Holt,
The Gap Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gong,
Symarip,
Silicon Teens,
Ultimate Spinach,
Shoche,
Barbara Tucker,
Drexciya,
Barrington Levy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Echospace,
Brass Construction,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Remains,
Roxy Music,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
AZ,
The Black Dice,
Procol Harum,
Junior Murvin,
Qualms,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pop Group,
Boredoms,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Birthday Party,
Fear,
Ronan,
The Litter,
Agent Orange,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rites of Spring,
Chris Corsano,
Jacques Brel,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Style,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
K-Klass,
John Coltrane,
The Slits,
L. Decosne,
Gang of Four,
Bobby Sherman,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Fuzztones,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.