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 Korea North and from Bologna.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Con Funk Shun to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Slits,
Bobby Byrd,
Archie Shepp,
Inner City,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bill Wells,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dennis Brown,
Heaven 17,
Grey Daturas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ronan,
Motorama,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiopuhelimet,
Newcleus,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
Depeche Mode,
MC5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sparks,
Graham Central Station,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fugazi,
The Beau Brummels,
Isaac Hayes,
Ultra Naté,
Thee Headcoats,
Ohio Players,
Connie Case,
X-101,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Loose Ends,
Accadde A,
Minnie Riperton,
Boredoms,
Junior Murvin,
Al Stewart,
The Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Golliwogs,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roy Ayers,
Spoonie Gee,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.