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 Belize and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Slave to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Magma,
Yusef Lateef,
Crime,
Rhythm & Sound,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Moebius,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ken Boothe,
La Düsseldorf,
Henry Cow,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
The Litter,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Todd Rundgren,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
Hasil Adkins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tres Demented,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Symarip,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sex Pistols,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monks,
Bill Near,
Essential Logic,
Lou Christie,
Blossom Toes,
Ten City,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Crash Course in Science,
Monks,
Cameo,
Infiniti,
Tubeway Army,
Urselle,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fall,
Pere Ubu,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.