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 Tonga and from Columbus.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Zeros,
Au Pairs,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kayak,
Absolute Body Control,
Crime,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Tommy Roe,
Fela Kuti,
Buzzcocks,
Aural Exciters,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
The Wake,
Schoolly D,
Sparks,
Avey Tare,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
T.S.O.L.,
Drive Like Jehu,
Crooked Eye,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
John Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deakin,
Dead Boys,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
Derrick May,
June Days,
The Divine Comedy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Buckinghams,
the Fania All-Stars,
DNA,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
Make Up,
Franke,
Goldenarms,
Kurtis Blow,
Bluetip,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Idris Muhammad,
Echospace,
The Fall,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.