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 Denmark and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Youth Brigade to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Dual Sessions,
48th St. Collective,
These Immortal Souls,
ABC,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mummies,
Slick Rick,
Royal Trux,
Alice Coltrane,
The Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
Absolute Body Control,
Susan Cadogan,
Erasure,
The Five Americans,
The Smiths,
Joe Smooth,
EPMD,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
cv313,
Accadde A,
Goldenarms,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Crooked Eye,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
The Grass Roots,
The Gladiators,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
Duran Duran,
Derrick Morgan,
Darondo,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Simply Red,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Inner City,
the Soft Cell,
Grauzone,
The Invisible,
Y Pants,
Spoonie Gee,
Sun City Girls,
Connie Case,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.