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 Sudan and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 DJ Style to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
X-101,
Silicon Teens,
Urselle,
Deadbeat,
Marshall Jefferson,
Henry Cow,
Black Sheep,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Bootsy Collins,
Glambeats Corp.,
Skarface,
The Slackers,
New York Dolls,
Marmalade,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Heaven 17,
John Foxx,
Cluster,
World's Most,
Gong,
Swans,
JFA,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Metal Thangz,
Radiohead,
Basic Channel,
Schoolly D,
Sixth Finger,
The Walker Brothers,
Dorothy Ashby,
UT,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stockholm Monsters,
Moby Grape,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Flesh Eaters,
Brass Construction,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Connie Case,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Anthony Braxton,
The Monks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Q and Not U,
Nation of Ulysses,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Deepchord,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.