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 Kuwait and from Jakarta.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Swell Maps to the crunk 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 Ultravox. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Sister Nancy,
Ronnie Foster,
Shoche,
Ornette Coleman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Althea and Donna,
Radiohead,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Donald Byrd,
The Beau Brummels,
The Victims,
Depeche Mode,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tomorrow,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Qualms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Soul II Soul,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
The Martian,
the Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sam Rivers,
Vladislav Delay,
Fela Kuti,
Kaleidoscope,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ronan,
10cc,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
The Neon Judgement,
the Soft Cell,
The Move,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
The Remains,
The Toasters,
Minor Threat,
Don Cherry,
Dave Gahan,
Thee Headcoats,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anakelly,
Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Heaven 17,
Johnny Osbourne,
Monolake,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.