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 Honduras and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Wally Richardson to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Nation of Ulysses,
Byron Stingily,
Guru Guru,
Pierre Henry,
Gang Starr,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Talk Talk,
Yazoo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pole,
Khruangbin,
John Foxx,
Junior Murvin,
Sex Pistols,
The Count Five,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Ponytail,
Ultravox,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric Copeland,
Blossom Toes,
Skriet,
Thee Headcoats,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sandy B,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ultra Naté,
Masters at Work,
Audionom,
cv313,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Wings,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Big Daddy Kane,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Terry Callier,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Modern Lovers,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
Bootsy Collins,
Malaria!,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Massinfluence,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Essential Logic,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.