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 Bahrain and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Last Poets to the techno 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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
The Durutti Column,
E-Dancer,
Judy Mowatt,
Sixth Finger,
Basic Channel,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Excepter,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Severed Heads,
Arthur Verocai,
OOIOO,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
Roger Hodgson,
Public Enemy,
June Days,
Roxy Music,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Duran Duran,
Reagan Youth,
FM Einheit,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Metal Thangz,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
the Germs,
Das Ding,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Steve Hackett,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Kevin Saunderson,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Supertramp,
Scott Walker,
Minor Threat,
Erykah Badu,
The Vogues,
Zero Boys,
Eric B and Rakim,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Modern Lovers,
Alison Limerick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Red Krayola,
Gichy Dan,
Aswad,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang of Four,
The Count Five,
Soul II Soul,
Marvin Gaye,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.