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 Norway and from Seoul.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Blackbyrds to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Marvin Gaye,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skaos,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
The Real Kids,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Toni Rubio,
Ponytail,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Five Americans,
U.S. Maple,
KRS-One,
Main Source,
Gabor Szabo,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Lightning Bolt,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Sneak,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Alphaville,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magma,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Matthew Bourne,
Goldenarms,
Monolake,
The Motions,
Vainqueur,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bobby Womack,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Essential Logic,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Flash Fearless,
Pere Ubu,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
CMW,
The Grass Roots,
ABC,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.