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 Maldives and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 8 Eyed Spy to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Reagan Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
The Red Krayola,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Lungfish,
Bang On A Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
FM Einheit,
Theoretical Girls,
Ornette Coleman,
Zapp,
Morten Harket,
Dawn Penn,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Busters,
Hardrive,
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eric Copeland,
Flipper,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
David McCallum,
Boredoms,
Soulsonic Force,
The Vogues,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Darondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Gap Band,
Eddi Front,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minutemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Deakin,
Agitation Free,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Offenders,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Saints,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.