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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Litter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Lakeside,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Chrome,
Ronan,
Subhumans,
Neil Young,
Blancmange,
The Moleskins,
The Divine Comedy,
Ponytail,
Deakin,
The Music Machine,
Cecil Taylor,
Hot Snakes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The American Breed,
Ohio Players,
Eddi Front,
Erasure,
DNA,
Sugar Minott,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Trumans Water,
Graham Central Station,
Wire,
New York Dolls,
Bluetip,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Peter & Gordon,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Parrish,
Nick Fraelich,
Soul Sonic Force,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Mills,
Whodini,
Morten Harket,
Intrusion,
Magazine,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
Quadrant,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agent Orange,
The Gun Club,
Slave,
Colin Newman,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Groovy Waters,
Royal Trux,
Wolf Eyes,
The Evens,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.