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 Korea South and from Portland.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Crispy Ambulance to the techno 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
Crash Course in Science,
Moby Grape,
David McCallum,
Bobby Byrd,
Gang Gang Dance,
Hashim,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry's Kids,
Smog,
Erasure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rosa Yemen,
Eric Dolphy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Easy Going,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bush Tetras,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Happenings,
Matthew Halsall,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Siglo XX,
Amazonics,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Andrew Hill,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Peter & Gordon,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Intrusion,
Rufus Thomas,
Amon Düül,
The Neon Judgement,
Panda Bear,
48th St. Collective,
Hardrive,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Guru Guru,
Erykah Badu,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Young Marble Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minny Pops,
Nils Olav,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.