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 Dominica and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Gang Green,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warsaw,
The Offenders,
CMW,
The Happenings,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television Personalities,
Skriet,
Godley & Creme,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
48th St. Collective,
Al Stewart,
Boogie Down Productions,
Magazine,
Rosa Yemen,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pylon,
The American Breed,
Pussy Galore,
Youth Brigade,
Q65,
Au Pairs,
the Bar-Kays,
Clear Light,
John Foxx,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New York Dolls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gabor Szabo,
The Electric Prunes,
This Heat,
Urselle,
Idris Muhammad,
Yazoo,
Carl Craig,
Jeff Mills,
The Leaves,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Arab on Radar,
Kerri Chandler,
Monks,
Derrick Morgan,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
Fat Boys,
Tubeway Army,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aural Exciters,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Marmalade,
Wire,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.