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 Latvia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
James White and The Blacks,
Deepchord,
Carl Craig,
Tom Boy,
Juan Atkins,
Fat Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
Byron Stingily,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Motorama,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Moss Icon,
Shuggie Otis,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
June of 44,
X-102,
Amazonics,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Swell Maps,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young,
New York Dolls,
Charles Mingus,
Eurythmics,
Unwound,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
Ultra Naté,
Unrelated Segments,
Marc Almond,
Scion,
These Immortal Souls,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
DNA,
Swans,
Anakelly,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
LL Cool J,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Mills,
The Litter,
Dead Boys,
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.