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 Montenegro and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q and Not U,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lakeside,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tim Buckley,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
the Soft Cell,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Kas Product,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Lower 48,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Morten Harket,
Gong,
Skaos,
Flipper,
Accadde A,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Kinks,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hardrive,
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
La Düsseldorf,
The Martian,
Intrusion,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fela Kuti,
Adolescents,
The Victims,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Amon Düül II,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Boz Scaggs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
Junior Murvin,
The Cure,
Mars,
Camouflage,
Ken Boothe,
Toni Rubio,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.