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 Saudi Arabia and from Bologna.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Parry Music to the electroclash 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Steve Hackett,
Ten City,
Brass Construction,
Khruangbin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Can,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
New Order,
Sixth Finger,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Jacques Brel,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
a-ha,
Carl Craig,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Agent Orange,
Glenn Branca,
Mantronix,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
Sex Pistols,
Darondo,
The Fuzztones,
Porter Ricks,
The Cramps,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Tremeloes,
Dawn Penn,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Fluxion,
Masters at Work,
D'Angelo,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spandau Ballet,
Little Man,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jacob Miller,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.