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 Germany and from Sao Paulo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Trojans to the grime 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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Gap Band,
Juan Atkins,
Jacob Miller,
LL Cool J,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pantaleimon,
Mark Hollis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Crime,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
The Index,
In Retrospect,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Zero Boys,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
X-102,
X-Ray Spex,
Thee Headcoats,
Hashim,
Scott Walker,
Funkadelic,
Ultimate Spinach,
Unrelated Segments,
Aswad,
Spandau Ballet,
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Donald Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Cybotron,
Tubeway Army,
Marmalade,
Can,
Roger Hodgson,
L. Decosne,
Popol Vuh,
Babytalk,
The Dirtbombs,
Nico,
The Flesh Eaters,
Television Personalities,
Trumans Water,
Procol Harum,
Oblivians,
Ornette Coleman,
Pylon,
Wire,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tom Boy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Pop Group,
DJ Style,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.