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 Estonia and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Sex Pistols 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The New Christs,
Kurtis Blow,
Deadbeat,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Massinfluence,
Au Pairs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Dead C,
Radiohead,
Fluxion,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Hood,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
James White and The Blacks,
Babytalk,
Nico,
The Modern Lovers,
Blake Baxter,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
One Last Wish,
These Immortal Souls,
The Beau Brummels,
Bob Dylan,
Juan Atkins,
Intrusion,
Glenn Branca,
Urselle,
Spandau Ballet,
Siglo XX,
Adolescents,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Marshall Jefferson,
E-Dancer,
Franke,
Janne Schatter,
Albert Ayler,
June Days,
Stereo Dub,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
Rekid,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.