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 Belize 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 David McCallum to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Litter,
Ultravox,
Lightning Bolt,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Intrusion,
Joensuu 1685,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun City Girls,
Scan 7,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Blackbyrds,
Marmalade,
Second Layer,
Darondo,
Delon & Dalcan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Rekid,
The Remains,
Accadde A,
Das Ding,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Searchers,
This Heat,
Archie Shepp,
Soul II Soul,
DJ Sneak,
Iggy Pop,
Tomorrow,
Nirvana,
Cal Tjader,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ken Boothe,
Leonard Cohen,
ABC,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
a-ha,
Cybotron,
Unwound,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Drive Like Jehu,
X-102,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Lakeside,
Black Pus,
Pole,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.