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 Madagascar and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Associates to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
Blake Baxter,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bobby Womack,
Youth Brigade,
The Busters,
Cluster,
La Düsseldorf,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
One Last Wish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Prince Buster,
Black Sheep,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Derrick May,
DJ Style,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Accadde A,
Donny Hathaway,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pantaleimon,
Byron Stingily,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
AZ,
Drexciya,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
The Zeros,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Isaac Hayes,
Tres Demented,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Faust,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Siglo XX,
Eden Ahbez,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.