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 Haiti and from Houston.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Andrew Hill to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Ornette Coleman,
John Foxx,
The Star Department,
the Soft Cell,
Warsaw,
The Standells,
Section 25,
Schoolly D,
Echospace,
The Last Poets,
Ludus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiohead,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Connie Case,
Chris Corsano,
Cymande,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Los Fastidios,
Wings,
Sight & Sound,
Junior Murvin,
Technova,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Roy Ayers,
The Remains,
FM Einheit,
The Dirtbombs,
LL Cool J,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Susan Cadogan,
Pantaleimon,
Nick Fraelich,
Japan,
Josef K,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
KRS-One,
Nirvana,
The Offenders,
Mary Jane Girls,
EPMD,
The Tremeloes,
Terry Callier,
Slick Rick,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
Traffic Nightmare,
DJ Style,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Alice Coltrane,
Sandy B,
Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan, Bob Dylan.
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.