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 Paraguay and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Chocolate Watch Band to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick May,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Moss Icon,
Excepter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Zero Boys,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
The Wake,
Mark Hollis,
Animal Collective,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Enemy,
Cluster,
Marvin Gaye,
Nik Kershaw,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy,
Average White Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Supertramp,
The Pretty Things,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Seeds,
Joyce Sims,
Gang of Four,
a-ha,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rufus Thomas,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tomorrow,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Techniques,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The New Christs,
Arab on Radar,
Leonard Cohen,
New Order,
Surgeon,
Crime,
Mandrill,
The Associates,
The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible, The Invisible.
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.