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 Laos and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 The Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fugs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator 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?
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Music Machine,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ken Boothe,
Cymande,
Minutemen,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
DJ Sneak,
Royal Trux,
Isaac Hayes,
Fad Gadget,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Josef K,
Lakeside,
The Moody Blues,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Young Marble Giants,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
U.S. Maple,
Qualms,
CMW,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
The Stooges,
Brass Construction,
Black Sheep,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Bauhaus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
James White and The Blacks,
Desert Stars,
Janne Schatter,
Frankie Knuckles,
New Order,
Basic Channel,
Sonic Youth,
The Birthday Party,
The Toasters,
Aaron Thompson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Reuben Wilson,
Lightning Bolt,
Jandek,
Circle Jerks,
Darondo,
Mission of Burma,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.