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 Algeria and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 X-102 to the electroclash 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 Peter & Gordon. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
OOIOO,
Tim Buckley,
Derrick Morgan,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lalo Schifrin,
Janne Schatter,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rakim,
Symarip,
Eric Dolphy,
Spoonie Gee,
Brick,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Arab on Radar,
David McCallum,
Rapeman,
Whodini,
The Five Americans,
The Zeros,
X-102,
Blake Baxter,
CMW,
It's A Beautiful Day,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kayak,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flipper,
Scratch Acid,
Steve Hackett,
Supertramp,
Joyce Sims,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Albert Ayler,
Gang of Four,
Crooked Eye,
Simply Red,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sixth Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
Hashim,
The Seeds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Warsaw,
Piero Umiliani,
The Kinks,
The Detroit Cobras,
the Fania All-Stars,
Howard Jones,
Das Ding,
Jerry's Kids,
Underground Resistance,
Fluxion,
The Vogues,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.