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 Chad and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 mellotron 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 Agitation Free to the crunk 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Mummies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wally Richardson,
Basic Channel,
New York Dolls,
The Cure,
JFA,
Sound Behaviour,
Marmalade,
The Moleskins,
Pantaleimon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Flesh Eaters,
48th St. Collective,
Siglo XX,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Anthony Braxton,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mark Hollis,
The Standells,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Hot Snakes,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Mr. Review,
Donny Hathaway,
The Zeros,
The Birthday Party,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Bananas,
The Gun Club,
Deadbeat,
Byron Stingily,
The Victims,
Wasted Youth,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
the Normal,
Unwound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Spandau Ballet,
Reuben Wilson,
Gichy Dan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Motorama,
Visage,
Slave,
Arthur Verocai,
Ten City,
Ohio Players,
Brand Nubian,
Angry Samoans,
Q and Not U,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.