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 Albania 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 CMW to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Wyatt. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gap Band,
Lungfish,
Darondo,
New Order,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Remains,
Sonic Youth,
Derrick May,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sun Ra,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tim Buckley,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Last Poets,
Tropical Tobacco,
Amon Düül,
Lalo Schifrin,
Deadbeat,
Sandy B,
Supertramp,
Banda Bassotti,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
The Toasters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gun Club,
Scientists,
Rites of Spring,
Adolescents,
Cecil Taylor,
The Litter,
Lyres,
Subhumans,
D'Angelo,
the Normal,
The Zeros,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Arab on Radar,
Mo-Dettes,
The Associates,
Bobby Sherman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
The Mojo Men,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Ornette Coleman,
Susan Cadogan,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Shuggie Otis,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
X-102,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Youth Brigade,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.