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 Fiji and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 theremin 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 Infiniti to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispian St. Peters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Half Japanese,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Junior Murvin,
Soft Cell,
Boredoms,
Roxette,
Tim Buckley,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
The United States of America,
Fatback Band,
the Swans,
The Dead C,
Camouflage,
ABC,
Theoretical Girls,
The Standells,
Cybotron,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Alarm Clocks,
New Order,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Joyce Sims,
Underground Resistance,
Loose Ends,
Schoolly D,
OOIOO,
Grey Daturas,
Zapp,
Brick,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
Mr. Review,
The Sound,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
Ituana,
Magazine,
Carl Craig,
The Star Department,
Harry Pussy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
The Gun Club,
Avey Tare,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Flesh Eaters,
PIL,
Japan,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
MC5,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.