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 Comoros and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Winnipeg.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Last Poets to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Joe Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Surgeon,
Bang On A Can,
Animal Collective,
Can,
U.S. Maple,
Jesper Dahlback,
Visage,
Outsiders,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Minor Threat,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delon & Dalcan,
David McCallum,
Black Sheep,
Cecil Taylor,
Camberwell Now,
Sugar Minott,
Rufus Thomas,
Crime,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Aaron Thompson,
Thompson Twins,
The Cure,
June Days,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
EPMD,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Spandau Ballet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Fluxion,
the Sonics,
London Community Gospel Choir,
ABC,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Model 500,
The Motions,
Tommy Roe,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
La Düsseldorf,
Magazine,
Tubeway Army,
The Detroit Cobras,
Robert Görl,
Al Stewart,
Blancmange,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.