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 Fiji 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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 the Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lightning Bolt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Danielle Patucci,
Jerry's Kids,
John Foxx,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
Roxy Music,
Yusef Lateef,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Liliput,
Judy Mowatt,
Donald Byrd,
Soulsonic Force,
Crash Course in Science,
Severed Heads,
Patti Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Pus,
Anakelly,
Roger Hodgson,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Colin Newman,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Los Fastidios,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
K-Klass,
The Electric Prunes,
Lakeside,
Fat Boys,
The Index,
The Mummies,
The Modern Lovers,
Shoche,
Graham Central Station,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Erasure,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.