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 Philippines and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Supertramp to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Los Fastidios,
Howard Jones,
Electric Prunes,
Harmonia,
Tubeway Army,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jandek,
Chris & Cosey,
AZ,
Kas Product,
June Days,
Subhumans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Freddie Wadling,
Byron Stingily,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Chris Corsano,
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Yellowson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Procol Harum,
Dawn Penn,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liliput,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
Organ,
The Walker Brothers,
48th St. Collective,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Lalann,
The Five Americans,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thompson Twins,
Circle Jerks,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
Roxy Music,
David McCallum,
the Soft Cell,
Duran Duran,
A Certain Ratio,
Anthony Braxton,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.