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 Turkmenistan and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Alton Ellis to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All K-Klass tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Sherman,
Masters at Work,
Los Fastidios,
Eric B and Rakim,
Qualms,
Crime,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Bananas,
Deakin,
Yusef Lateef,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Dolphy,
Kerri Chandler,
Tom Boy,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Harmonia,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare,
Simply Red,
The Raincoats,
Au Pairs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Juan Atkins,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Clarke,
The Knickerbockers,
Thompson Twins,
The Martian,
Ronan,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Oblivians,
Khruangbin,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeru the Damaja,
X-101,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Severed Heads,
The Walker Brothers,
The Busters,
Letta Mbulu,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eden Ahbez,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
Cheater Slicks,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Delta 5,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.