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 Ireland and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
Kurtis Blow,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Scott Walker,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
Cybotron,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Sonics,
Ken Boothe,
Pussy Galore,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Buckinghams,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Hill,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
The Fugs,
Crime,
John Holt,
Chris & Cosey,
L. Decosne,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Newcleus,
The Durutti Column,
Main Source,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Sight & Sound,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wally Richardson,
Average White Band,
Connie Case,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Bush Tetras,
The Offenders,
Gang Gang Dance,
Livin' Joy,
Excepter,
kango's stein massive,
K-Klass,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
The Fire Engines,
Crispy Ambulance,
DNA,
B.T. Express,
X-102,
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.