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 Haiti and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Fuzztones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Deadbeat,
Chrome,
Subhumans,
Delta 5,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
Radiopuhelimet,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tubeway Army,
Jeff Lynne,
The Gun Club,
Isaac Hayes,
The Motions,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quantec,
Lakeside,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Adolescents,
Franke,
The Moody Blues,
Kayak,
Danielle Patucci,
Freddie Wadling,
Lee Hazlewood,
a-ha,
Shoche,
Deepchord,
Minor Threat,
Kurtis Blow,
Joyce Sims,
Black Pus,
Chris & Cosey,
The Young Rascals,
The Velvet Underground,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Buckinghams,
Negative Approach,
T.S.O.L.,
Urselle,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Happenings,
Lindisfarne,
48th St. Collective,
Audionom,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.