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 Australia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Prince Buster to the techno 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Malaria!,
Dawn Penn,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Ronan,
Radiohead,
Theoretical Girls,
The Smiths,
Aloha Tigers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Janne Schatter,
Groovy Waters,
Goldenarms,
Technova,
Organ,
Sugar Minott,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Barracudas,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
Ten City,
Bill Wells,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Quantec,
Marine Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lindisfarne,
Pantytec,
the Soft Cell,
Scan 7,
Grauzone,
June Days,
Alice Coltrane,
Magma,
Don Cherry,
Silicon Teens,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oneida,
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Main Source,
Infiniti,
the Fania All-Stars,
Josef K,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yusef Lateef,
The Golliwogs,
Chrome,
Kaleidoscope,
Inner City,
Brick,
Public Enemy,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Hashim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback, Jesper Dahlback.
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.