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 Albania and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Derrick May to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Connie Case,
Boredoms,
Lakeside,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
the Normal,
Black Pus,
Inner City,
DNA,
Peter & Gordon,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funky Four + One,
Archie Shepp,
the Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Piero Umiliani,
Youth Brigade,
The Divine Comedy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Angry Samoans,
Avey Tare,
Roger Hodgson,
Althea and Donna,
Whodini,
Lee Hazlewood,
Robert Görl,
These Immortal Souls,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Sheep,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mark Hollis,
Jacob Miller,
Radio Birdman,
Delon & Dalcan,
Iggy Pop,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Vogues,
Q and Not U,
cv313,
Crash Course in Science,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Amon Düül,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cymande,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
The Monks,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Association,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.