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 France and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Pretty Things to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Heaven 17,
Fad Gadget,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gap Band,
Metal Thangz,
Massinfluence,
Eddi Front,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
DJ Sneak,
Joyce Sims,
The Golliwogs,
Suburban Knight,
Ludus,
Dorothy Ashby,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Moby Grape,
Smog,
Vainqueur,
Fatback Band,
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Chrome,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
kango's stein massive,
Faust,
Spandau Ballet,
New Age Steppers,
The Monks,
The Standells,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tres Demented,
Barbara Tucker,
Gichy Dan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Görl,
Dual Sessions,
Howard Jones,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Lungfish,
Mars,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
Radio Birdman,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Banda Bassotti,
Lindisfarne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers, Country Teasers.
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.