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 Israel and from Milan.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dennis Brown to the rap 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Camouflage,
Symarip,
Skriet,
The Misunderstood,
The Last Poets,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
The Fall,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
Public Enemy,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
Andrew Hill,
Brick,
Drexciya,
JFA,
Piero Umiliani,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Amon Düül,
Deadbeat,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Lucky Dragons,
John Holt,
Vladislav Delay,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Niagra,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Archie Shepp,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Suicide,
Bill Near,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Y Pants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Black Bananas,
Anthony Braxton,
The Index,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Joe Finger,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.