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 Burkina and from Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 Eve St. Jones to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Skriet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Eric Dolphy,
Adolescents,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Donny Hathaway,
Magma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Loose Ends,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Model 500,
Audionom,
The Cowsills,
Pussy Galore,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Angry Samoans,
The Electric Prunes,
Pantytec,
Con Funk Shun,
X-Ray Spex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Connie Case,
Altered Images,
Juan Atkins,
Jawbox,
The Cramps,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Ultra Naté,
Rod Modell,
Stetsasonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Guru Guru,
The Standells,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Ice-T,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Minor Threat,
Moby Grape,
Unwound,
Delon & Dalcan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gun Club,
Blake Baxter,
Fugazi,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Swans,
Q65,
Duran Duran,
Drexciya,
The Buckinghams,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.