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 Grenada and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All The Blackbyrds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Young Marble Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Avey Tare,
The Motions,
Chris Corsano,
Pulsallama,
Sunsets and Hearts,
June of 44,
The Toasters,
The Young Rascals,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Kenny Larkin,
Slave,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ken Boothe,
Public Enemy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Oblivians,
Archie Shepp,
The Dead C,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fuzztones,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Maleditus Sound,
Basic Channel,
These Immortal Souls,
Drexciya,
Warsaw,
Cymande,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eric Copeland,
Steve Hackett,
Sight & Sound,
Yazoo,
Gong,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Carl Craig,
Organ,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Pagans,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
The Black Dice,
Symarip,
Sonny Sharrock,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.