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 Grenada and from Seoul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 linndrum 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 Jerry Gold Smith to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Hood,
Man Parrish,
The Beau Brummels,
Bill Wells,
Japan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Supertramp,
Skriet,
Au Pairs,
Chris & Cosey,
OOIOO,
The Star Department,
Dual Sessions,
Bill Near,
The Velvet Underground,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mummies,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bobby Byrd,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Names,
Nils Olav,
Siglo XX,
Maurizio,
Derrick May,
Anakelly,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
Barbara Tucker,
Q and Not U,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Junior Murvin,
Nico,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Birthday Party,
Lower 48,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Sällskapet,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Massinfluence,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.