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 Liberia and from Beijing.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Soulsonic Force,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
The Busters,
Rekid,
The Shadows of Knight,
China Crisis,
Harmonia,
Ornette Coleman,
the Normal,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
Dave Gahan,
Erasure,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Trumans Water,
Black Flag,
Michelle Simonal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Nas,
Underground Resistance,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Radiohead,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Don Cherry,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Robert Wyatt,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Negative Approach,
Das Ding,
Dead Boys,
Organ,
The Moleskins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
Gang Starr,
Mars,
Suicide,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Ultra Naté,
DJ Style,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The American Breed,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Tropical Tobacco,
Carl Craig,
The Selecter,
The Offenders,
Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.