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 Cameroon and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Patti Smith to the grime 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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
The Martian,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Marc Almond,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
the Association,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Slits,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Tears for Fears,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kas Product,
Suburban Knight,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ronan,
Erykah Badu,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Terry,
Stetsasonic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joe Smooth,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
The Raincoats,
Arcadia,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dawn Penn,
Au Pairs,
Scrapy,
Barbara Tucker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.