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 Dominican Republic and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Silicon Teens to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Alphaville,
Amazonics,
The Cowsills,
The Last Poets,
Q65,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Chris Corsano,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
Junior Murvin,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Reagan Youth,
Pere Ubu,
The Smiths,
Country Teasers,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
a-ha,
the Soft Cell,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler,
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Donald Byrd,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bang On A Can,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Fugazi,
John Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Marshall Jefferson,
DJ Sneak,
Joensuu 1685,
The Moody Blues,
Scan 7,
The Modern Lovers,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.