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 Syria and from Salvador.
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 Manchester and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Intrusion,
The Shadows of Knight,
Silicon Teens,
The Fortunes,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Nico,
The Saints,
The Sound,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
The Kinks,
Ultra Naté,
Yazoo,
Ten City,
David Bowie,
The Barracudas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Connie Case,
Japan,
Todd Terry,
The Velvet Underground,
Skriet,
Anthony Braxton,
The Slackers,
Mo-Dettes,
Sparks,
Suburban Knight,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
Joe Finger,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
F. McDonald,
Aswad,
The Fall,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
cv313,
New Age Steppers,
Television,
Motorama,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
The Neon Judgement,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Christie,
The Electric Prunes,
Con Funk Shun,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.