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 Benin and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Pantytec to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Albert Ayler. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unwound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Animal Collective,
48th St. Collective,
Blancmange,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Toni Rubio,
Byron Stingily,
Q65,
Visage,
Lou Christie,
Funkadelic,
Sparks,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Royal Trux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tim Buckley,
Siglo XX,
Peter and Kerry,
Jeff Mills,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Bauhaus,
Brick,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Chrome,
Television,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Flash Fearless,
Country Teasers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Danielle Patucci,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
Soft Cell,
The Zeros,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ultravox,
Echospace,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxette,
FM Einheit,
Intrusion,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gabor Szabo,
Ornette Coleman,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.