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 Philippines and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Unrelated Segments,
Tim Buckley,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Mojo Men,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Thompson Twins,
Donny Hathaway,
Duran Duran,
Talk Talk,
The Grass Roots,
The Shadows of Knight,
Shoche,
Cecil Taylor,
X-102,
David McCallum,
Tropical Tobacco,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Todd Rundgren,
Sonic Youth,
Dark Day,
The Skatalites,
the Normal,
Mantronix,
Pylon,
Brick,
Amazonics,
Ohio Players,
Fugazi,
DJ Sneak,
The Cramps,
Peter & Gordon,
The Electric Prunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Boredoms,
The Buckinghams,
Wasted Youth,
Jacques Brel,
Sugar Minott,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Magma,
Blake Baxter,
F. McDonald,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
La Düsseldorf,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.