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 Serbia and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Slits,
Agent Orange,
Jacques Brel,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Smog,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Godley & Creme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Pop Group,
Howard Jones,
Barrington Levy,
Gerry Rafferty,
Con Funk Shun,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Urselle,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dennis Brown,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Idris Muhammad,
Gang Starr,
Kayak,
Echospace,
The Gories,
Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kenny Larkin,
Q and Not U,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
Brothers Johnson,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Fugazi,
Aural Exciters,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.