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 Yemen and from Halifax.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the 808 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 K-Klass to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Dorothy Ashby,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marshall Jefferson,
Slick Rick,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Vogues,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Patti Smith,
Masters at Work,
Tears for Fears,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Echospace,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gong,
La Düsseldorf,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Simply Red,
The Walker Brothers,
Nas,
Guru Guru,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
Altered Images,
Stereo Dub,
The Electric Prunes,
Severed Heads,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pierre Henry,
Ituana,
Morten Harket,
Quadrant,
Colin Newman,
Interpol,
Monolake,
Tres Demented,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry's Kids,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Brand Nubian,
Lalann,
Barclay James Harvest,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Funky Four + One,
Buzzcocks,
Cameo,
Minny Pops,
CMW,
Camberwell Now,
Eric Dolphy,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.