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 Poland and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Chris & Cosey 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rosa Yemen,
K-Klass,
The Buckinghams,
Charles Mingus,
Rites of Spring,
The Offenders,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Fear,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Royal Trux,
Porter Ricks,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
The Real Kids,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Duran Duran,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Organ,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
Wally Richardson,
Rotary Connection,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Moby Grape,
The Barracudas,
Marvin Gaye,
Johnny Osbourne,
Henry Cow,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Subhumans,
Tres Demented,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wings,
Cluster,
New Order,
Ohio Players,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soul II Soul,
The Stooges,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fat Boys,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brick,
Aaron Thompson,
Technova,
Kevin Saunderson,
Blancmange,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Skatalites,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter, The Selecter.
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.