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 Slovakia and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Neu! to the jazz 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 Roxette. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Maurizio,
The Barracudas,
Angry Samoans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lyres,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ice-T,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The United States of America,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
Bush Tetras,
Scion,
Kerri Chandler,
Make Up,
The Selecter,
Amon Düül II,
Easy Going,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Basic Channel,
Sparks,
Faraquet,
Gang of Four,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mojo Men,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kayak,
Malaria!,
The Fugs,
Fluxion,
Sugar Minott,
Unwound,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Yellowson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pere Ubu,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Radiohead,
Don Cherry,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
The Wake,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
The Seeds,
ABC,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.