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 Norway and from Madrid.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Little Man to the grunge 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 Wolf Eyes. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Velvet Underground,
Rakim,
The Monochrome Set,
Flipper,
The Electric Prunes,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tears for Fears,
Pierre Henry,
The Golliwogs,
Tom Boy,
Quadrant,
Nirvana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Spandau Ballet,
Maleditus Sound,
Ultimate Spinach,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Joey Negro,
Mandrill,
The Skatalites,
Gang of Four,
Carl Craig,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Detroit Cobras,
Deadbeat,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Almond,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Circle Jerks,
Amon Düül II,
Pylon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
ABBA,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Harry Pussy,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
The Doors,
Pagans,
Bobby Womack,
Anakelly,
Suburban Knight,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
DJ Style,
Kaleidoscope,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.