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 Barbados and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Scientists to the jazz 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
Zapp,
OOIOO,
Severed Heads,
Matthew Halsall,
Tubeway Army,
Joyce Sims,
Joe Finger,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Franke,
Reagan Youth,
Aloha Tigers,
Todd Rundgren,
Inner City,
A Certain Ratio,
Television Personalities,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Prince Buster,
Carl Craig,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Kinks,
Scratch Acid,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Sight & Sound,
L. Decosne,
David Axelrod,
Jacques Brel,
Desert Stars,
The Vogues,
Aaron Thompson,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Monolake,
The Pop Group,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Red Krayola,
Flash Fearless,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Cure,
Easy Going,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tommy Roe,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
The Trojans,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Neon Judgement,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Toasters,
Eddi Front,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.