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 Ivory Coast and from Bologna.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 organ 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 Bush Tetras to the techno 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
The Blues Magoos,
Can,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Gichy Dan,
The Wake,
Amazonics,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Traffic Nightmare,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Foxx,
AZ,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Junior Murvin,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young,
Inner City,
Oneida,
Piero Umiliani,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bootsy Collins,
David Axelrod,
Don Cherry,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Kayak,
Jerry's Kids,
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Godley & Creme,
Interpol,
James Chance & The Contortions,
FM Einheit,
Donald Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Sparks,
Popol Vuh,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
James White and The Blacks,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Cowsills,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Gong,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kaleidoscope,
Charles Mingus,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
Fear,
Banda Bassotti,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.