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 Malawi and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 guitar 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Livin' Joy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Remains,
Technova,
The Count Five,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Moleskins,
Niagra,
K-Klass,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Faraquet,
Ronnie Foster,
Stiv Bators,
Radio Birdman,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Groovy Waters,
The Alarm Clocks,
Graham Central Station,
Intrusion,
Gang Starr,
Vladislav Delay,
Eden Ahbez,
Thompson Twins,
Surgeon,
Can,
Roy Ayers,
Visage,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Masters at Work,
Sound Behaviour,
Glenn Branca,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Clear Light,
Soulsonic Force,
Fatback Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rotary Connection,
Barbara Tucker,
The Five Americans,
Public Enemy,
Guru Guru,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Evens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gories,
Bang On A Can,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Brass Construction,
The Wake,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.