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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ronnie Foster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Symarip,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
New Order,
Unwound,
Deadbeat,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Monks,
Porter Ricks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Thee Headcoats,
Reuben Wilson,
Zero Boys,
Leonard Cohen,
Minnie Riperton,
the Soft Cell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wings,
The Standells,
Masters at Work,
Gichy Dan,
UT,
B.T. Express,
Glenn Branca,
Kevin Saunderson,
Anthony Braxton,
The Fortunes,
Freddie Wadling,
Heaven 17,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
The Monochrome Set,
Cal Tjader,
The Offenders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mars,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
Todd Rundgren,
The Names,
Johnny Osbourne,
Slave,
Make Up,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
The Dirtbombs,
Absolute Body Control,
Mo-Dettes,
Stereo Dub,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Brass Construction,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.