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 Russia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Taipei.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Simply Red to the electroclash 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Bill Near,
T.S.O.L.,
Derrick May,
Sight & Sound,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
New Order,
David Axelrod,
Todd Terry,
Mark Hollis,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kas Product,
Don Cherry,
Neil Young,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Heaven 17,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Anakelly,
Guru Guru,
The Fall,
The Misunderstood,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeff Mills,
Japan,
The Busters,
Animal Collective,
Unrelated Segments,
Liliput,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Young Marble Giants,
Wolf Eyes,
The Beau Brummels,
Kenny Larkin,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neu!,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Nas,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kerri Chandler,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Fat Boys,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Delon & Dalcan,
K-Klass,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Alton Ellis,
Carl Craig,
Panda Bear,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brand Nubian,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.