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 Syria and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Model 500 to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MDC. All the underground hits.
All Model 500 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Skarface,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
David Axelrod,
Wasted Youth,
The Raincoats,
the Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Knickerbockers,
Television,
The American Breed,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Motorama,
Oblivians,
Roy Ayers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jawbox,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Urselle,
Leonard Cohen,
KRS-One,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Amon Düül,
Traffic Nightmare,
Severed Heads,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantaleimon,
Nirvana,
World's Most,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Soul II Soul,
Los Fastidios,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultimate Spinach,
Minnie Riperton,
Shoche,
Angry Samoans,
Barrington Levy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marmalade,
Make Up,
Quando Quango,
Lalann,
Liliput,
Boz Scaggs,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
The Toasters,
Josef K,
Sun Ra,
Brick,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.