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 Slovakia 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ituana,
Aloha Tigers,
Fat Boys,
Eric Copeland,
Althea and Donna,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camouflage,
Darondo,
Eric Dolphy,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vainqueur,
Skaos,
The Five Americans,
Scientists,
Isaac Hayes,
The Trojans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Music Machine,
James White and The Blacks,
The Litter,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Reagan Youth,
The Young Rascals,
Cheater Slicks,
L. Decosne,
Ronnie Foster,
DJ Sneak,
The Names,
Carl Craig,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Moon,
Siglo XX,
David Bowie,
Camberwell Now,
The Gap Band,
Bobby Sherman,
The Saints,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gories,
Television Personalities,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Aural Exciters,
Hashim,
Peter and Kerry,
MC5,
The Remains,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.