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 Haiti and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro 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 Sun Ra to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Gang of Four tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hashim,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Dave Gahan,
Pierre Henry,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Joe Smooth,
Spoonie Gee,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
Cal Tjader,
Eddi Front,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pantaleimon,
The Star Department,
Lungfish,
Gichy Dan,
Lou Christie,
Aswad,
Unwound,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fire Engines,
Roxy Music,
The Moleskins,
Bush Tetras,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
World's Most,
T.S.O.L.,
Negative Approach,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ornette Coleman,
Kurtis Blow,
Sight & Sound,
Eli Mardock,
Barrington Levy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Kaleidoscope,
Moss Icon,
Dennis Brown,
Dark Day,
Scrapy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Inner City,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
The Cramps,
The Fuzztones,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Kas Product,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.