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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
The Saints,
The Fuzztones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Reuben Wilson,
Con Funk Shun,
Kas Product,
Kevin Saunderson,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
The Slits,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Fortunes,
Andrew Hill,
Bill Wells,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Chris Corsano,
Aaron Thompson,
Clear Light,
Harry Pussy,
Magma,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Rotary Connection,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Oblivians,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
Fatback Band,
The Invisible,
The Pretty Things,
Jacques Brel,
Ornette Coleman,
John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stiv Bators,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sister Nancy,
Lou Christie,
Bobby Byrd,
Cheater Slicks,
Tubeway Army,
The Velvet Underground,
Trumans Water,
Quadrant,
Warsaw,
Japan,
Glenn Branca,
Toni Rubio,
Scion,
X-Ray Spex,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Minutemen,
Mark Hollis,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.