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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 David Bowie 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 The Selecter to the rap 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rotary Connection,
La Düsseldorf,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Josef K,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
Jeff Lynne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Cal Tjader,
Clear Light,
Delta 5,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Vogues,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New York Dolls,
Mark Hollis,
Roxy Music,
June Days,
Eden Ahbez,
Colin Newman,
Lower 48,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kerri Chandler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Letta Mbulu,
Brand Nubian,
The American Breed,
Trumans Water,
Mars,
Tim Buckley,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Wally Richardson,
The Gories,
The Misunderstood,
The Victims,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sonny Sharrock,
Radiohead,
The Neon Judgement,
The Pretty Things,
Animal Collective,
Amazonics,
The Wake,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.