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 Panama and from Toronto.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pierre Henry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Susan Cadogan,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Black Dice,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
The Dead C,
Minutemen,
Eddi Front,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra,
Fad Gadget,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
Quadrant,
Masters at Work,
Aural Exciters,
Flash Fearless,
Malaria!,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dead Boys,
Avey Tare,
DJ Style,
Todd Terry,
Michelle Simonal,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Hood,
Q65,
Essential Logic,
Crime,
Barrington Levy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Mandrill,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Mojo Men,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joey Negro,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Thompson Twins,
Black Pus,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.