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 Congo 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Television,
The J.B.'s,
The Toasters,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
The Shadows of Knight,
Reagan Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
World's Most,
cv313,
Roxy Music,
Model 500,
Gil Scott Heron,
Piero Umiliani,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Slits,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soft Cell,
Khruangbin,
Henry Cow,
Max Romeo,
Delon & Dalcan,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Banda Bassotti,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Brothers Johnson,
Swans,
Depeche Mode,
The Birthday Party,
Bob Dylan,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Pus,
Junior Murvin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Spandau Ballet,
These Immortal Souls,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
a-ha,
Ituana,
Tres Demented,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Evens,
Graham Central Station,
Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX, Davy DMX.
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.