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 Antigua and from Manila.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Black Sheep to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ronnie Foster,
Mr. Review,
Erykah Badu,
Soft Cell,
Don Cherry,
the Association,
The Seeds,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
kango's stein massive,
Nik Kershaw,
Aloha Tigers,
Rufus Thomas,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
June of 44,
The Index,
Roxette,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Delon & Dalcan,
World's Most,
The Velvet Underground,
The Moody Blues,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Cameo,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lalann,
Scientists,
Kayak,
Max Romeo,
Niagra,
Motorama,
David Bowie,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Index,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bootsy Collins,
Little Man,
The Modern Lovers,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cowsills,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The American Breed,
Roger Hodgson,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Dual Sessions,
Thee Headcoats,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.