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 Belarus and from London.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vainqueur record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalann,
Q and Not U,
Scan 7,
Adolescents,
Ralphi Rosario,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Livin' Joy,
Barbara Tucker,
Flamin' Groovies,
CMW,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Television,
Crooked Eye,
ABC,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Visage,
The Moleskins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Toasters,
Ohio Players,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
JFA,
Suicide,
Country Teasers,
New Age Steppers,
Blancmange,
Trumans Water,
Clear Light,
Rotary Connection,
Kevin Saunderson,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Halsall,
Parry Music,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Donny Hathaway,
Siglo XX,
Slave,
Godley & Creme,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fad Gadget,
Roxy Music,
Isaac Hayes,
Y Pants,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Womack,
Babytalk,
Mandrill,
Eurythmics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Dark Day,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.