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 Fiji and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Piero Umiliani to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Josef K,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
Eurythmics,
DNA,
Skriet,
Dennis Brown,
Nik Kershaw,
Subhumans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Von Mondo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
The Velvet Underground,
Circle Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Flash Fearless,
LL Cool J,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
John Coltrane,
Scion,
A Certain Ratio,
Barrington Levy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Cymande,
Television Personalities,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Animal Collective,
The Neon Judgement,
The Gories,
Althea and Donna,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Eric B and Rakim,
Outsiders,
The Real Kids,
the Sonics,
Essential Logic,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ronnie Foster,
The Blackbyrds,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter and Kerry,
Andrew Hill,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
F. McDonald,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.