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 Dominican Republic and from Lille.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Andrew Hill,
Sun City Girls,
Hoover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Blackbyrds,
Make Up,
Yaz,
Yusef Lateef,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
the Bar-Kays,
Pulsallama,
Wolf Eyes,
Slick Rick,
Radiohead,
Visage,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Lakeside,
Pantytec,
Ponytail,
Robert Wyatt,
The Dirtbombs,
Oblivians,
Goldenarms,
Theoretical Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Tears for Fears,
Alison Limerick,
Rekid,
Excepter,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mr. Review,
Hasil Adkins,
The Modern Lovers,
Von Mondo,
The Flesh Eaters,
Cheater Slicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Black Bananas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak, DJ Sneak.
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.