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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Crime to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Schoolly D,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Television Personalities,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Cymande,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Zero Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Gichy Dan,
Joe Finger,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Suburban Knight,
Graham Central Station,
The Fortunes,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tim Buckley,
Cal Tjader,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Q65,
Blake Baxter,
Alton Ellis,
The Music Machine,
The Buckinghams,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Camouflage,
Subhumans,
James White and The Blacks,
The Red Krayola,
Tubeway Army,
Ralphi Rosario,
LL Cool J,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Josef K,
Skaos,
KRS-One,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cure,
Dark Day,
Faust,
Arthur Verocai,
The Durutti Column,
Country Teasers,
David McCallum,
Sixth Finger,
Kerri Chandler,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Barracudas,
Kurtis Blow,
Urselle,
Sun City Girls,
Mantronix,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.