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 Ireland and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sällskapet 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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bill Near,
June Days,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultra Naté,
The Electric Prunes,
Rosa Yemen,
Index,
The Evens,
The Grass Roots,
Simply Red,
Drive Like Jehu,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Minny Pops,
Rapeman,
Fad Gadget,
Animal Collective,
Hoover,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
Mission of Burma,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Marcia Griffiths,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Residents,
Can,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
The Motions,
Gang Starr,
Juan Atkins,
DJ Sneak,
The Offenders,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Kerri Chandler,
Bluetip,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Khruangbin,
kango's stein massive,
Underground Resistance,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bob Dylan,
The Searchers,
T. Rex,
Boogie Down Productions,
48th St. Collective,
Robert Görl,
Procol Harum,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.