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 Palau and from Mumbai.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Malaria! to the dance 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Joensuu 1685,
Mission of Burma,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
X-101,
the Slits,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
The Martian,
Brand Nubian,
Rekid,
June Days,
The Happenings,
Mantronix,
Crispian St. Peters,
Crooked Eye,
Interpol,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nico,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Simply Red,
Fluxion,
AZ,
Procol Harum,
Peter & Gordon,
Scan 7,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Searchers,
Easy Going,
Anthony Braxton,
Franke,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Lungfish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sällskapet,
Moss Icon,
China Crisis,
Laurel Aitken,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
Joey Negro,
Roxette,
Black Pus,
Ronnie Foster,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.