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 Laos and from Woodstock.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Lakeside to the dance 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Harry Pussy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Charles Mingus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Names,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Pole,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Soul II Soul,
Gang of Four,
Minor Threat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chrome,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
Fela Kuti,
the Association,
X-Ray Spex,
Juan Atkins,
Terrestrial Tones,
T.S.O.L.,
Second Layer,
Arab on Radar,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Circle Jerks,
Lindisfarne,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aloha Tigers,
Television,
Oneida,
Wally Richardson,
The Misunderstood,
One Last Wish,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Gories,
Hoover,
Zapp,
Sällskapet,
Cybotron,
Siglo XX,
John Lydon,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Minny Pops,
EPMD,
Lou Christie,
Ultravox,
Laurel Aitken,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Junior Murvin,
Youth Brigade,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Jimmy McGriff,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.