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 Benin and from New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 güiro 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 Sexual Harrassment to the funk 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
The Gories,
Blossom Toes,
Black Sheep,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Funkadelic,
Flipper,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minny Pops,
Anthony Braxton,
Jeff Mills,
Junior Murvin,
F. McDonald,
The Raincoats,
Duran Duran,
The Monks,
Boz Scaggs,
K-Klass,
Outsiders,
Country Teasers,
Lungfish,
The Trojans,
Robert Hood,
The Dirtbombs,
Wolf Eyes,
Con Funk Shun,
Henry Cow,
Susan Cadogan,
Warren Ellis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Names,
Lower 48,
Little Man,
Wings,
the Soft Cell,
Cecil Taylor,
This Heat,
Youth Brigade,
The Evens,
Gang Gang Dance,
Brass Construction,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June Days,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
MC5,
Reagan Youth,
Ponytail,
Hashim,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Saccharine Trust,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.