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 Argentina and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Madrid.
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 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 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 Brand Nubian to the dance 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Circle Jerks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Newcleus,
Kaleidoscope,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Khruangbin,
Blossom Toes,
World's Most,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Victims,
Essential Logic,
X-102,
The Slits,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smiths,
Brand Nubian,
Pantytec,
The Mojo Men,
Quadrant,
The Monochrome Set,
Oneida,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gerry Rafferty,
Supertramp,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül II,
Flash Fearless,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Rapeman,
Masters at Work,
Marvin Gaye,
X-Ray Spex,
Hot Snakes,
Robert Hood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nirvana,
Visage,
Toni Rubio,
Pierre Henry,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Görl,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lakeside,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cybotron,
Agitation Free,
Crispian St. Peters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Doors,
John Coltrane,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.