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 Zambia 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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Jeff Mills to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minor Threat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
The Residents,
Boredoms,
Underground Resistance,
the Human League,
Schoolly D,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Quando Quango,
Ronan,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Simply Red,
Pole,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gories,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Theoretical Girls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Fugazi,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Inner City,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Excepter,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
Godley & Creme,
Ultravox,
Piero Umiliani,
DNA,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fad Gadget,
Jacques Brel,
Brothers Johnson,
The Modern Lovers,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
The Happenings,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
F. McDonald,
Liliput,
The Knickerbockers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harmonia,
Absolute Body Control,
FM Einheit,
Audionom,
Mission of Burma,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.