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 Belize and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Smog,
Siglo XX,
Gang Starr,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Pylon,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Suicide,
Adolescents,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Fraelich,
Deepchord,
The Modern Lovers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Glenn Branca,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Stereo Dub,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
Brand Nubian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bill Near,
Josef K,
Cal Tjader,
New Age Steppers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Invisible,
Terry Callier,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The American Breed,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
Aswad,
Joe Finger,
Scion,
The Beau Brummels,
Matthew Halsall,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kool Moe Dee,
Porter Ricks,
Masters at Work,
Talk Talk,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.