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 Samoa and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 rhodes 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 The Moleskins to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
Quantec,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
Main Source,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Marine Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Tropical Tobacco,
Zero Boys,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms,
The Smiths,
Henry Cow,
Young Marble Giants,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
The Fall,
Graham Central Station,
DNA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
Eli Mardock,
Los Fastidios,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jacob Miller,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sällskapet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Organ,
Rotary Connection,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
ABC,
Bill Near,
U.S. Maple,
MC5,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Clear Light,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Flipper,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cal Tjader,
Yusef Lateef,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Little Man,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Barrington Levy,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.