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 Maldives and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Houston.
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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Quando Quango to the dance 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Frankie Knuckles tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bronski Beat,
Eden Ahbez,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aswad,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kool Moe Dee,
Isaac Hayes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pole,
The Monks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Blake Baxter,
Colin Newman,
Young Marble Giants,
The Searchers,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sex Pistols,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Hasil Adkins,
The Litter,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Gong,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faraquet,
Basic Channel,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eve St. Jones,
Nick Fraelich,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Zeros,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scion,
Swans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
ABC,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Ituana,
Sandy B,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reuben Wilson,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.