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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hashim to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Inner City 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Slave,
Pharoah Sanders,
New Age Steppers,
Wings,
June of 44,
The Sound,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moss Icon,
Althea and Donna,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Rufus Thomas,
Public Image Ltd.,
Agitation Free,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Faust,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Quando Quango,
The Electric Prunes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
One Last Wish,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
Aural Exciters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ralphi Rosario,
Josef K,
Icehouse,
Johnny Clarke,
Big Daddy Kane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Leaves,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Faraquet,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Heaven 17,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry Gold Smith,
H. Thieme,
The Offenders,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Panda Bear,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.