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 Maldives and from Lille.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Residents 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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America 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 Names,
Tubeway Army,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barbara Tucker,
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Circle Jerks,
The Star Department,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sixth Finger,
Jacques Brel,
The Fuzztones,
The Modern Lovers,
Soulsonic Force,
Heaven 17,
Sun City Girls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Happenings,
Cluster,
Loose Ends,
DJ Sneak,
Hardrive,
Monks,
Max Romeo,
Negative Approach,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gastr Del Sol,
Peter & Gordon,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Symarip,
Pere Ubu,
Livin' Joy,
The Young Rascals,
Amon Düül II,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Leonard Cohen,
Mark Hollis,
The Durutti Column,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
June of 44,
Bauhaus,
New Order,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
Liliput,
Dual Sessions,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.