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 Moldova and from Johannesburg.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the grime 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 Motorama. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
Gabor Szabo,
Aaron Thompson,
Danielle Patucci,
Lou Reed,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
A Certain Ratio,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Residents,
Sexual Harrassment,
Swans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Monochrome Set,
The Pop Group,
Aswad,
Michelle Simonal,
Siglo XX,
Zero Boys,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Lyres,
Brass Construction,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
Spandau Ballet,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
David Bowie,
Bluetip,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eve St. Jones,
The Stooges,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Neil Young,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Amon Düül,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
The Fortunes,
Ultravox,
Q65,
Marine Girls,
Janne Schatter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lucky Dragons,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.