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 Argentina and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Rotary Connection to the techno 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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gang Gang Dance,
The New Christs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Talk Talk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wolf Eyes,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Sight & Sound,
Supertramp,
Q and Not U,
Gabor Szabo,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Skarface,
Swell Maps,
The Dirtbombs,
Eurythmics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Godley & Creme,
The Smiths,
Judy Mowatt,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Velvet Underground,
Erykah Badu,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Silicon Teens,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ronan,
Faust,
Piero Umiliani,
Tommy Roe,
James White and The Blacks,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Unwound,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dennis Brown,
Hasil Adkins,
Sun Ra,
The Angels of Light,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Five Americans,
Index,
These Immortal Souls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.