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 Mozambique and from Houston.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Quando Quango,
The Human League,
Lebanon Hanover,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
Warsaw,
Robert Wyatt,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Deepchord,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Buzzcocks,
Fugazi,
DJ Style,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Popol Vuh,
The Modern Lovers,
the Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Smog,
Dennis Brown,
The Angels of Light,
B.T. Express,
Derrick May,
Mad Mike,
Pylon,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Quantec,
Hasil Adkins,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Erasure,
The Kinks,
CMW,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Glenn Branca,
Radiohead,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Albert Ayler,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
Black Flag,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.