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 Iran and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tomorrow,
Connie Case,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mo-Dettes,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
Arab on Radar,
Lower 48,
Patti Smith,
Animal Collective,
The Misunderstood,
Joy Division,
The Seeds,
Gong,
Ronnie Foster,
Jandek,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kerri Chandler,
Interpol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Pierre Henry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Kinks,
Slave,
The Beau Brummels,
T.S.O.L.,
Cymande,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Royal Trux,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Darondo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Derrick May,
Qualms,
Minutemen,
Banda Bassotti,
The Mojo Men,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Pere Ubu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
The Blues Magoos,
Sonny Sharrock,
L. Decosne,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Black Flag,
The Evens,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
Brand Nubian,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.