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 Azerbaijan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 grunge 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Pole,
Chrome,
The Young Rascals,
David Bowie,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Davy DMX,
Blancmange,
The Fall,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Delon & Dalcan,
Talk Talk,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Procol Harum,
Eli Mardock,
Pantytec,
The Leaves,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Second Layer,
Sixth Finger,
Minnie Riperton,
Theoretical Girls,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Morten Harket,
Jeff Lynne,
Inner City,
Intrusion,
Lindisfarne,
OOIOO,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Television,
Bauhaus,
Black Moon,
The Walker Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Porter Ricks,
Faraquet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rekid,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Shuggie Otis,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Sherman,
Flamin' Groovies,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.