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 Micronesia and from Jakarta.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 guitar 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 Tropical Tobacco to the disco 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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Hoover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
JFA,
Alice Coltrane,
8 Eyed Spy,
Audionom,
The Wake,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed,
Gerry Rafferty,
Fela Kuti,
Trumans Water,
Yusef Lateef,
Drive Like Jehu,
Anthony Braxton,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tommy Roe,
The Modern Lovers,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Masters at Work,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
Jacob Miller,
Little Man,
Todd Terry,
Inner City,
T. Rex,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
The Fuzztones,
Drexciya,
Arab on Radar,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Eve St. Jones,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Bananas,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Das Ding,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Boz Scaggs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Smog,
New Age Steppers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rotary Connection,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Searchers,
Camberwell Now,
Mo-Dettes,
The Knickerbockers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.