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 Nigeria and from Manila.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Ohio Players to the grunge 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
The Blackbyrds,
Pantaleimon,
Yazoo,
Matthew Halsall,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Depeche Mode,
Flipper,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
K-Klass,
Matthew Bourne,
Subhumans,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Nick Fraelich,
Warsaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Tremeloes,
Eli Mardock,
Cybotron,
Eyeless In Gaza,
10cc,
The American Breed,
the Sonics,
Albert Ayler,
Don Cherry,
Whodini,
Terrestrial Tones,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Section 25,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
The Names,
The Techniques,
Bill Near,
Can,
Gastr Del Sol,
Model 500,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Lydon,
Circle Jerks,
Banda Bassotti,
Nils Olav,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
The Detroit Cobras,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Lalo Schifrin,
Flash Fearless,
Eddi Front,
Lakeside,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gregory Isaacs,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Cheater Slicks,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.