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 Iraq and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the guitar 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 Shuggie Otis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Infiniti,
New Order,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Maurizio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fire Engines,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
Tres Demented,
Organ,
B.T. Express,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Anthony Braxton,
OOIOO,
Bobby Sherman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
Arthur Verocai,
Rufus Thomas,
The Birthday Party,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Can,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Danielle Patucci,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Half Japanese,
The Mojo Men,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Juan Atkins,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound,
Desert Stars,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ponytail,
Joey Negro,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
The Walker Brothers,
Excepter,
The Black Dice,
R.M.O.,
Cecil Taylor,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.