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 Barbados and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Isaac Hayes to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Image Ltd.,
Ludus,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Lebanon Hanover,
Flash Fearless,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Bauhaus,
Von Mondo,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
Max Romeo,
Ponytail,
Depeche Mode,
Outsiders,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
the Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
Tommy Roe,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Connie Case,
Althea and Donna,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Scan 7,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masters at Work,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T. Rex,
Fad Gadget,
Gang Green,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Maleditus Sound,
Nico,
the Sonics,
Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images, Altered Images.
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.