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 Tunisia and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 oboe 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 Judy Mowatt to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Dolphy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy Collins,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
The Music Machine,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eric Copeland,
Nick Fraelich,
Reuben Wilson,
Can,
Unwound,
DNA,
World's Most,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Blackbyrds,
In Retrospect,
Cecil Taylor,
the Germs,
Rapeman,
Albert Ayler,
Panda Bear,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
The Doobie Brothers,
One Last Wish,
Avey Tare,
The American Breed,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Angry Samoans,
The Sound,
the Human League,
Mission of Burma,
Skaos,
The Slackers,
Nico,
Erykah Badu,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Intrusion,
Don Cherry,
Soft Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
Guru Guru,
Jacques Brel,
The Barracudas,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
The Buckinghams,
Kurtis Blow,
Lou Christie,
Rakim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.