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 Fiji and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Buckinghams 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 Pet Shop Boys. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Jimmy McGriff,
Hot Snakes,
Wings,
Lee Hazlewood,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Rufus Thomas,
Talk Talk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed,
The Raincoats,
Pole,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
Donald Byrd,
World's Most,
Albert Ayler,
Josef K,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter and Kerry,
Shuggie Otis,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Monolake,
Archie Shepp,
Jeff Mills,
Little Man,
The Motions,
the Sonics,
The Skatalites,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Chrome,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
The Buckinghams,
Brothers Johnson,
Das Ding,
LL Cool J,
The Walker Brothers,
Matthew Bourne,
Jawbox,
Amon Düül,
Quando Quango,
The Index,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Flamin' Groovies,
K-Klass,
Television Personalities,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Yusef Lateef,
June of 44,
Drexciya,
the Bar-Kays,
KRS-One,
Sun Ra,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.