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 Dominican Republic and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Johannesburg.
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 Janne Schatter to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dead Boys,
The Names,
Clear Light,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donald Byrd,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Accadde A,
David Bowie,
The Evens,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
the Bar-Kays,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
The Invisible,
Man Parrish,
The Walker Brothers,
Connie Case,
Dennis Brown,
Gabor Szabo,
Dark Day,
Godley & Creme,
Loose Ends,
Aswad,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The American Breed,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
DJ Sneak,
The Velvet Underground,
Goldenarms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
Boogie Down Productions,
Ultravox,
Circle Jerks,
Toni Rubio,
Chris Corsano,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Reagan Youth,
Patti Smith,
Ice-T,
Japan,
These Immortal Souls,
a-ha,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.