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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Jacob Miller,
Young Marble Giants,
Todd Terry,
Rekid,
Shuggie Otis,
The Human League,
Gastr Del Sol,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
Isaac Hayes,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kerri Chandler,
Eden Ahbez,
Essential Logic,
Bootsy Collins,
The Young Rascals,
Mandrill,
Heaven 17,
Boredoms,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sonics,
Sandy B,
The Standells,
UT,
Grey Daturas,
Deakin,
Mantronix,
Nick Fraelich,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Bill Wells,
Laurel Aitken,
Absolute Body Control,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
Idris Muhammad,
The Buckinghams,
The Residents,
The Blackbyrds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pharoah Sanders,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sister Nancy,
Chris & Cosey,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Barracudas,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Procol Harum,
Darondo,
Rapeman,
Vainqueur,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Monks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultra Naté,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.