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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba 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 Sight & Sound to the rap 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Zapp,
Big Daddy Kane,
Au Pairs,
Andrew Hill,
Pulsallama,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
D'Angelo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
the Association,
Reagan Youth,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Modern Lovers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Basic Channel,
Siglo XX,
Excepter,
Althea and Donna,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Angry Samoans,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
The Fortunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
MC5,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Arcadia,
Harmonia,
La Düsseldorf,
David Bowie,
Kerri Chandler,
Rekid,
Eli Mardock,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Derrick May,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
Technova,
John Cale,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.