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 Brunei and from Edmonton.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Michelle Simonal to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Suicide,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Ken Boothe,
Deepchord,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flash Fearless,
China Crisis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Camouflage,
Yazoo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ultravox,
The Count Five,
Au Pairs,
Glenn Branca,
The Trojans,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris & Cosey,
Brand Nubian,
Dawn Penn,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wally Richardson,
Jerry's Kids,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ossler,
Rekid,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Altered Images,
Michelle Simonal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barry Ungar,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Gories,
Accadde A,
Curtis Mayfield,
The American Breed,
The Modern Lovers,
Sällskapet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Todd Rundgren,
Todd Terry,
EPMD,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Icehouse,
Tom Boy,
Goldenarms,
PIL,
R.M.O.,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.