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 Palau and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Fort Wilson Riot to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Scientists,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Drexciya,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Negative Approach,
Arthur Verocai,
Saccharine Trust,
Chris Corsano,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dennis Brown,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kaleidoscope,
Juan Atkins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lee Hazlewood,
Michelle Simonal,
The Evens,
The Gap Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rites of Spring,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
ABBA,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Banda Bassotti,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Boredoms,
Amazonics,
Sexual Harrassment,
the Human League,
Wally Richardson,
Brand Nubian,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Cale,
Janne Schatter,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fall,
The Human League,
Visage,
Fear,
MC5,
Davy DMX,
Kurtis Blow,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads, Severed Heads.
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.