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 Pakistan 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Shanghai.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Vogues to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Fluxion,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Teasers,
Nick Fraelich,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
Ossler,
Ultravox,
John Holt,
The Gun Club,
The Star Department,
Donald Byrd,
Faraquet,
Mars,
Sound Behaviour,
The Grass Roots,
Anthony Braxton,
Scientists,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
ABBA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Motorama,
Prince Buster,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bang On A Can,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wire,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cure,
Hot Snakes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Deadbeat,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Finger,
David Axelrod,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Mantronix,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
Vladislav Delay,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.