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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crooked Eye,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Boogie Down Productions,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Godley & Creme,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
a-ha,
Babytalk,
Brass Construction,
Radio Birdman,
Eddi Front,
A Certain Ratio,
Nik Kershaw,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
The Remains,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Scientists,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lyres,
Saccharine Trust,
The Knickerbockers,
Rod Modell,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
These Immortal Souls,
Suburban Knight,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Names,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Underground Resistance,
Index,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ornette Coleman,
Bang On A Can,
Niagra,
The Tremeloes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.