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 Cameroon and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pylon to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marmalade,
Fear,
Camberwell Now,
Bobby Womack,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Stiv Bators,
Tres Demented,
Black Bananas,
Moss Icon,
Groovy Waters,
The Smiths,
Bootsy Collins,
Donny Hathaway,
Cluster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Hot Snakes,
Glenn Branca,
Marvin Gaye,
Dead Boys,
Bauhaus,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Byrd,
the Association,
Eddi Front,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Happenings,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Kaleidoscope,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zapp,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Bill Wells,
Eric B and Rakim,
Easy Going,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
the Normal,
Yellowson,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Knickerbockers,
Los Fastidios,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Electric Prunes,
Flash Fearless,
Lalann,
Monolake,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dual Sessions,
Wally Richardson,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.