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 Algeria and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the marimba 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 Leonard Cohen 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Quantec,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Toasters,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare,
Motorama,
Alison Limerick,
Whodini,
Vainqueur,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Saccharine Trust,
Laurel Aitken,
Nas,
Stockholm Monsters,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
MDC,
The Monks,
Gang Green,
The Smoke,
Wasted Youth,
Lalann,
Inner City,
Youth Brigade,
Nils Olav,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sugar Minott,
New Order,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Human League,
Slave,
Depeche Mode,
Michelle Simonal,
Gong,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
F. McDonald,
Kurtis Blow,
June Days,
Connie Case,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Goldenarms,
Skaos,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf, La Düsseldorf.
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.