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 Kiribati and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Woodstock.
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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the sitar 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 Pulsallama to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All The Selecter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
The Fortunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Banda Bassotti,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Los Fastidios,
Sarah Menescal,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Wally Richardson,
Rites of Spring,
Cluster,
The Leaves,
Icehouse,
China Crisis,
Procol Harum,
New Age Steppers,
Dawn Penn,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Bill Near,
Swell Maps,
Robert Hood,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
The Blackbyrds,
Scott Walker,
The Seeds,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Avey Tare,
Marine Girls,
Bootsy Collins,
Sonic Youth,
Metal Thangz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sound Behaviour,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Litter,
Cameo,
Matthew Bourne,
The Buckinghams,
Rhythm & Sound,
Liliput,
Slick Rick,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oneida,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
Wolf Eyes,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Ronnie Foster,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Robert Wyatt,
Don Cherry,
Tommy Roe,
Visage, Visage, Visage, Visage.
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.