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 Peru 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sugar Minott to the crunk 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 La Düsseldorf. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fort Wilson Riot,
Aswad,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
Laurel Aitken,
The Move,
Scott Walker,
Yaz,
Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Trojans,
Liliput,
New York Dolls,
Janne Schatter,
The Grass Roots,
Camouflage,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Can,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Swans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Don Cherry,
Surgeon,
Ken Boothe,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Patti Smith,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flash Fearless,
The J.B.'s,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
Deakin,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Associates,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Byrd,
Alice Coltrane,
Goldenarms,
the Soft Cell,
The Invisible,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soul II Soul,
Davy DMX,
The Pop Group,
Zero Boys,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Gang Starr,
Lindisfarne,
Skaos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Metal Thangz,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.