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 Botswana and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Madrid.
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 chamberlin 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 48th St. Collective to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Raincoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Schoolly D,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Pharoah Sanders,
Althea and Donna,
Nas,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Harmonia,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
David Axelrod,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
F. McDonald,
Swans,
Infiniti,
Ken Boothe,
Lou Reed,
Isaac Hayes,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
The Monochrome Set,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Slave,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Silicon Teens,
Sun Ra,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Television,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Faust,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
KRS-One,
Tommy Roe,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Babytalk,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.