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 Bolivia and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Supertramp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hoover,
Tomorrow,
Liliput,
Cluster,
The Toasters,
Circle Jerks,
Shoche,
Joe Smooth,
The Fuzztones,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Con Funk Shun,
Lakeside,
Unwound,
Boogie Down Productions,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Interpol,
Scott Walker,
X-Ray Spex,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
the Swans,
Pagans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Howard Jones,
48th St. Collective,
Dark Day,
Severed Heads,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Index,
Yazoo,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Albert Ayler,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Count Five,
Warsaw,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Organ,
The Fall,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection,
Sun Ra,
Eli Mardock,
Flash Fearless,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kenny Larkin,
Brass Construction,
One Last Wish,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Todd Terry,
Davy DMX,
Siglo XX,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.