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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the punk 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 The Slits. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maurizio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Absolute Body Control,
Mantronix,
The Standells,
The Slackers,
Donald Byrd,
The Fugs,
Janne Schatter,
Boz Scaggs,
the Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nick Fraelich,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiohead,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Vogues,
Bobby Sherman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
Essential Logic,
The Busters,
New Order,
Junior Murvin,
Slave,
Quadrant,
Andrew Hill,
Leonard Cohen,
Trumans Water,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
cv313,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Girls At Our Best!,
Iggy Pop,
The Fortunes,
Black Sheep,
Delta 5,
Roxy Music,
Eden Ahbez,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
MC5,
Lou Reed,
Magma,
Sonic Youth,
La Düsseldorf,
DJ Style,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.