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 Tonga and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Cluster to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Mandrill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Amon Düül II,
The Mummies,
Dave Gahan,
Ornette Coleman,
Von Mondo,
Intrusion,
Bill Near,
Bluetip,
Nils Olav,
Lou Christie,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fela Kuti,
The Cowsills,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unwound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
David McCallum,
Silicon Teens,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Doors,
The Residents,
Alice Coltrane,
Donald Byrd,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Erasure,
Nik Kershaw,
The Modern Lovers,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
The Red Krayola,
Lyres,
Ponytail,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Michelle Simonal,
The Zeros,
Bobby Hutcherson,
AZ,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Don Cherry,
Aaron Thompson,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Monochrome Set,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
DNA,
Warsaw,
Motorama,
The Move,
Visage,
Steve Hackett,
Delta 5,
Mo-Dettes,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.