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 Namibia 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Brothers Johnson to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barrington Levy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Dawn Penn,
The Blackbyrds,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
CMW,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Pantytec,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
Colin Newman,
Erykah Badu,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Absolute Body Control,
Freddie Wadling,
Rosa Yemen,
The Index,
The Fall,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
KRS-One,
Urselle,
Quando Quango,
The Remains,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marvin Gaye,
Kenny Larkin,
The Pop Group,
Byron Stingily,
H. Thieme,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
B.T. Express,
Aaron Thompson,
The Black Dice,
Kerri Chandler,
Soft Cell,
Accadde A,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Ultra Naté,
Black Sheep,
Graham Central Station,
OOIOO,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
Derrick May,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Green,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Hardrive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dual Sessions,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.