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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
Symarip,
Skaos,
China Crisis,
Little Man,
Surgeon,
Black Sheep,
Henry Cow,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Parry Music,
Gastr Del Sol,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Trumans Water,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Tom Boy,
The Tremeloes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bang On A Can,
Sarah Menescal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lou Reed,
The Young Rascals,
The Mojo Men,
Ralphi Rosario,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
MDC,
Hashim,
Skriet,
Essential Logic,
Lungfish,
Mad Mike,
A Certain Ratio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fortunes,
Newcleus,
The Buckinghams,
Pharoah Sanders,
Q and Not U,
Nico,
Reuben Wilson,
the Germs,
Hardrive,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Soft Machine,
Con Funk Shun,
Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse, Icehouse.
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.