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 Lithuania and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Rapeman to the techno 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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
Panda Bear,
Motorama,
Wolf Eyes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gories,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Quadrant,
Robert Hood,
Lebanon Hanover,
Prince Buster,
Boz Scaggs,
Flash Fearless,
Gerry Rafferty,
8 Eyed Spy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Dirtbombs,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Nas,
Peter & Gordon,
Basic Channel,
Mo-Dettes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rapeman,
The Skatalites,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
The Move,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Tremeloes,
Mark Hollis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Underground Resistance,
Organ,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Kool Moe Dee,
The New Christs,
Visage,
The Stooges,
This Heat,
Avey Tare,
Peter and Kerry,
Dual Sessions,
Dave Gahan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Funky Four + One,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.