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 Kosovo 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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 Charles Mingus to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Essential Logic,
Black Pus,
Maurizio,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Five Americans,
Fat Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Albert Ayler,
Niagra,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jerry's Kids,
Surgeon,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48,
Das Ding,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Aswad,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
The Blackbyrds,
Quando Quango,
Amon Düül,
Mandrill,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Audionom,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
Vainqueur,
Carl Craig,
The Stooges,
Toni Rubio,
Marmalade,
10cc,
The Last Poets,
The Buckinghams,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
The Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bauhaus,
The Pretty Things,
Kaleidoscope,
Y Pants,
Fela Kuti,
Unwound,
John Foxx,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Cecil Taylor,
LL Cool J,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.