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 Singapore and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 theremin 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Smiths,
The Beau Brummels,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Malaria!,
Ituana,
Can,
Animal Collective,
The Human League,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Cymande,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Matthew Bourne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fat Boys,
Franke,
Parry Music,
Toni Rubio,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
a-ha,
The Monochrome Set,
Skriet,
Pole,
The Raincoats,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pagans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Deadbeat,
cv313,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Panda Bear,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fluxion,
Lalo Schifrin,
Duran Duran,
Lindisfarne,
Ken Boothe,
The Litter,
the Association,
Popol Vuh,
Monks,
Rapeman,
Niagra,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Kenny Larkin,
Sight & Sound,
Adolescents,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.