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 Syria 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Sound Behaviour to the techno 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Kayak,
Ohio Players,
Basic Channel,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Dark Day,
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
Roger Hodgson,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Lakeside,
Suicide,
Organ,
Ultimate Spinach,
David Axelrod,
Vainqueur,
The Real Kids,
Oneida,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tropical Tobacco,
Simply Red,
Visage,
This Heat,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Piero Umiliani,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Absolute Body Control,
Young Marble Giants,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Monks,
Dawn Penn,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Motorama,
The Seeds,
The Stooges,
The Wake,
Sixth Finger,
Radio Birdman,
Leonard Cohen,
Icehouse,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
David McCallum,
Can,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cowsills,
Pharoah Sanders,
Judy Mowatt,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scientists,
Reuben Wilson,
Gong,
Steve Hackett,
Jesper Dahlback,
Nirvana,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.