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 Kuwait and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Eric B and Rakim to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wally Richardson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
the Human League,
Bill Near,
Minor Threat,
Pole,
Y Pants,
Agent Orange,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Smog,
Tomorrow,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
The Smiths,
Sun City Girls,
Alice Coltrane,
The Stooges,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Vainqueur,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Ronan,
Gabor Szabo,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Harry Pussy,
Brand Nubian,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Sheep,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Grass Roots,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
Arab on Radar,
The Trojans,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mark Hollis,
Oneida,
Peter & Gordon,
Erykah Badu,
Minnie Riperton,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fat Boys,
Television,
Jandek,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Sällskapet,
Howard Jones,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Remains,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.