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 Benin and from Calgary.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Edmonton.
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 synthesizer 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Accadde A,
Cal Tjader,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
8 Eyed Spy,
Slick Rick,
Talk Talk,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
UT,
Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Unwound,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joensuu 1685,
The Remains,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Chris & Cosey,
Soulsonic Force,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aaron Thompson,
Flash Fearless,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Matthew Halsall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yellowson,
Spandau Ballet,
The Raincoats,
Nick Fraelich,
Essential Logic,
The United States of America,
Roger Hodgson,
A Certain Ratio,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
Swell Maps,
Newcleus,
Glenn Branca,
Magazine,
Crooked Eye,
Janne Schatter,
Average White Band,
Bootsy Collins,
Rod Modell,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
La Düsseldorf,
Johnny Clarke,
T. Rex,
Donny Hathaway,
Mandrill,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.