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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Khruangbin to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 UT. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Wings,
Niagra,
Todd Terry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Aaron Thompson,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Mission of Burma,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Near,
Soul II Soul,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
Janne Schatter,
Bobby Sherman,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Alison Limerick,
AZ,
Jesper Dahlback,
One Last Wish,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Mantronix,
Heaven 17,
Lalo Schifrin,
Aswad,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Mo-Dettes,
ABBA,
The Cure,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Main Source,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Offenders,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Rotary Connection,
Interpol,
Bobby Womack,
The Fall,
The Saints,
The Human League,
Kurtis Blow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Youth Brigade,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Neu!,
Tres Demented,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
Essential Logic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Urselle,
The Doors,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.