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 Croatia and from Toronto.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rites of Spring to the rock 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Sam Rivers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Neon Judgement,
Sixth Finger,
Main Source,
Buzzcocks,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Warsaw,
Laurel Aitken,
Angry Samoans,
Cheater Slicks,
The Trojans,
H. Thieme,
Soul II Soul,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Count Five,
The Velvet Underground,
World's Most,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Can,
The Cramps,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Grass Roots,
Hashim,
Oneida,
Grauzone,
Maurizio,
Dave Gahan,
Chris & Cosey,
Blancmange,
Marc Almond,
The Gories,
Ultra Naté,
Kayak,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Residents,
The Searchers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rosa Yemen,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Das Ding,
Joyce Sims,
Guru Guru,
The Wake,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Schoolly D,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.