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 El Salvador and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gang Green to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Red Krayola,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Lakeside,
Suburban Knight,
The Slackers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Newcleus,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Normal,
Todd Rundgren,
Black Sheep,
Glambeats Corp.,
Letta Mbulu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
Skriet,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
H. Thieme,
Scratch Acid,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Jerry's Kids,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Spandau Ballet,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cheater Slicks,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Crash Course in Science,
Audionom,
Scientists,
Blake Baxter,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
Andrew Hill,
Alphaville,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
X-101,
Cecil Taylor,
Ronnie Foster,
MC5,
Vainqueur,
The Fuzztones,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Yellowson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Pierre Henry,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.