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 Burundi 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fuzztones to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ituana. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes 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 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Bill Near,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Television,
MDC,
Rapeman,
Michelle Simonal,
Section 25,
Reagan Youth,
Black Sheep,
Lightning Bolt,
The Walker Brothers,
The Fall,
Pierre Henry,
Cluster,
New York Dolls,
Pole,
Magazine,
The Neon Judgement,
Alice Coltrane,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Fraelich,
The Litter,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sun City Girls,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
the Swans,
Whodini,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Kurtis Blow,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Black Moon,
Ponytail,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Byrd,
Technova,
Blake Baxter,
Mo-Dettes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.