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 Kyrgyzstan and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Au Pairs to the rock 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dennis Brown 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bronski Beat,
Organ,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Byron Stingily,
D'Angelo,
The Seeds,
The Skatalites,
Dead Boys,
The Vogues,
Grauzone,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Angels of Light,
Yusef Lateef,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Warren Ellis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Soft Machine,
Roy Ayers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Brass Construction,
The Dead C,
Eric Copeland,
Charles Mingus,
Technova,
Joe Finger,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Yellowson,
Khruangbin,
Delon & Dalcan,
UT,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Das Ding,
Dave Gahan,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Mummies,
Ralphi Rosario,
Motorama,
Tom Boy,
Camouflage,
Section 25,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
Lightning Bolt,
Skaos,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.