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 Niger and from Johannesburg.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Glambeats Corp. to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Barrington Levy,
Curtis Mayfield,
Clear Light,
New Age Steppers,
Panda Bear,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ice-T,
Siglo XX,
Bluetip,
The Velvet Underground,
The New Christs,
Masters at Work,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Eve St. Jones,
Slave,
Neil Young,
This Heat,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Mark Hollis,
Bootsy Collins,
Index,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scan 7,
Vladislav Delay,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Johnny Osbourne,
Faust,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sight & Sound,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
The Doors,
The Black Dice,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Dead Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marc Almond,
Isaac Hayes,
ABC,
New Order,
Lungfish,
Buzzcocks,
Kas Product,
Brass Construction,
The Gories,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.