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 Tunisia and from Shanghai.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the electroclash 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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Eurythmics,
Thompson Twins,
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
The Tremeloes,
Pantytec,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
The Doors,
Visage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
JFA,
Intrusion,
Black Bananas,
X-102,
Lalann,
Barbara Tucker,
Schoolly D,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Prunes,
Peter and Kerry,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joe Finger,
Erasure,
Lucky Dragons,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Cecil Taylor,
The Misunderstood,
Angry Samoans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bush Tetras,
Arab on Radar,
The Invisible,
Archie Shepp,
the Normal,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Quantec,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.