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 Angola and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Loose Ends,
Tommy Roe,
Symarip,
Jeff Mills,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rotary Connection,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
T.S.O.L.,
The Star Department,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Simply Red,
Camberwell Now,
Alphaville,
Excepter,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Youth Brigade,
Tim Buckley,
The Dirtbombs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eden Ahbez,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Minutemen,
Half Japanese,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
the Germs,
Scientists,
Marine Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cecil Taylor,
Jawbox,
Maurizio,
Black Moon,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Blake Baxter,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Busters,
The Moody Blues,
The Toasters,
Glenn Branca,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Chris Corsano,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Leonard Cohen,
Skriet,
Girls At Our Best!,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.