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 New Zealand and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 D'Angelo 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Trojans,
Barry Ungar,
The New Christs,
Surgeon,
Tears for Fears,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Gang Green,
Oblivians,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
H. Thieme,
June Days,
The Pretty Things,
F. McDonald,
the Association,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Standells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Hardrive,
Black Pus,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lee Hazlewood,
Piero Umiliani,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Index,
Los Fastidios,
John Lydon,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Dark Day,
Joey Negro,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Neu!,
Roxette,
The Walker Brothers,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
The Grass Roots,
Roy Ayers,
Gastr Del Sol,
New York Dolls,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Rufus Thomas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
June of 44,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
Glambeats Corp.,
Mantronix,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.