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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb 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 Hashim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Lalo Schifrin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q and Not U record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Moebius,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare,
Animal Collective,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brick,
The Skatalites,
Goldenarms,
Hasil Adkins,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Lyres,
Harry Pussy,
Jacob Miller,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camouflage,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Vainqueur,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
Isaac Hayes,
Flamin' Groovies,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Eric Copeland,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
The Gladiators,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
Groovy Waters,
Essential Logic,
The Beau Brummels,
Eli Mardock,
a-ha,
Sun Ra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Popol Vuh,
Guru Guru,
Todd Terry,
Matthew Halsall,
Q and Not U,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Curtis Mayfield,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.