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 Kosovo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terry Callier to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Bauhaus,
UT,
the Human League,
Au Pairs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rakim,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Tremeloes,
Visage,
New Order,
Chrome,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pretty Things,
Easy Going,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Matthew Bourne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
the Sonics,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dennis Brown,
Chris & Cosey,
Cluster,
the Bar-Kays,
Wings,
Archie Shepp,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Birthday Party,
Wire,
Black Bananas,
Skarface,
Gang Green,
John Cale,
Swans,
Mr. Review,
Don Cherry,
Unwound,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Qualms,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Zero Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Minny Pops,
Byron Stingily,
The Moleskins,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Babytalk,
Joe Smooth,
Black Sheep,
Panda Bear,
Vladislav Delay,
Massinfluence,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.