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 Greece 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Cowsills to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Carl Craig,
Blancmange,
Wire,
Kurtis Blow,
The Young Rascals,
One Last Wish,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Lindisfarne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Delon & Dalcan,
Wasted Youth,
Crime,
48th St. Collective,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Pagans,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deepchord,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The J.B.'s,
Bobby Womack,
The Toasters,
Flipper,
Ronan,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Joe Smooth,
Radiopuhelimet,
Faraquet,
Depeche Mode,
Technova,
The Stooges,
Mad Mike,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minny Pops,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Invisible,
Trumans Water,
Gang Starr,
Sex Pistols,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Don Cherry,
The Grass Roots,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Unrelated Segments,
The Buckinghams,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mars,
Gang Green,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Thee Headcoats,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.