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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Q65 to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 China Crisis. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grey Daturas,
Man Parrish,
The Fall,
Jeff Mills,
Colin Newman,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra,
Freddie Wadling,
Animal Collective,
The Toasters,
Jawbox,
Roy Ayers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Trumans Water,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Litter,
The Star Department,
Deakin,
Pharoah Sanders,
Inner City,
Quadrant,
John Holt,
Sandy B,
Barrington Levy,
Peter and Kerry,
Vladislav Delay,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Martian,
Sparks,
Bobby Byrd,
The Victims,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
Eric Dolphy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
D'Angelo,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
The Smoke,
The Barracudas,
Lower 48,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scientists,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eve St. Jones,
David Axelrod,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rapeman,
The Shadows of Knight,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.