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 Jamaica and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge 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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo 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 an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Black Moon,
Q65,
Easy Going,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Babytalk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
The Offenders,
Negative Approach,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Barry Ungar,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Byrd,
Chris Corsano,
Marc Almond,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gabor Szabo,
Pole,
Derrick Morgan,
Rakim,
The Stooges,
MDC,
Y Pants,
The Smiths,
X-101,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Pharoah Sanders,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Angry Samoans,
Lucky Dragons,
The Toasters,
Dennis Brown,
The Five Americans,
Section 25,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
La Düsseldorf,
Charles Mingus,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Aloha Tigers,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.