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 Jamaica and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 LL Cool J to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
The Standells,
Roger Hodgson,
The Victims,
Bobby Byrd,
These Immortal Souls,
Deakin,
Skaos,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ohio Players,
The Last Poets,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Judy Mowatt,
Lindisfarne,
Scott Walker,
Crispy Ambulance,
Minny Pops,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bizarre Inc.,
DNA,
The Names,
X-101,
Eve St. Jones,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Shuggie Otis,
Josef K,
Bauhaus,
Donald Byrd,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funky Four + One,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Panda Bear,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
The Smiths,
Quantec,
The Golliwogs,
Bobby Womack,
Black Flag,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
U.S. Maple,
Arab on Radar,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Cameo,
Janne Schatter,
The Fugs,
Sarah Menescal,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fad Gadget,
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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.