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 Ethiopia and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer 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 arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Don Cherry,
Subhumans,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Robert Hood,
Moebius,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Animal Collective,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Mad Mike,
UT,
The Gun Club,
Patti Smith,
The Black Dice,
Quando Quango,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
James White and The Blacks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Curtis Mayfield,
Hardrive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Flesh Eaters,
Skaos,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
K-Klass,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Martian,
Todd Terry,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
H. Thieme,
Peter & Gordon,
Dave Gahan,
Audionom,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.