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 Somalia and from Manchester.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
The Trojans,
The Litter,
John Cale,
The Dirtbombs,
Lakeside,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
Todd Rundgren,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Marmalade,
Aural Exciters,
Morten Harket,
Parry Music,
Leonard Cohen,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
A Certain Ratio,
James White and The Blacks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anthony Braxton,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
The Count Five,
Clear Light,
Cameo,
EPMD,
The Toasters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lindisfarne,
Yusef Lateef,
Jandek,
Heaven 17,
Circle Jerks,
Pere Ubu,
Essential Logic,
Blossom Toes,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
Animal Collective,
Carl Craig,
Mandrill,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.