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 Togo and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Cramps to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sandy B 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?
Silicon Teens,
Das Ding,
Franke,
Mad Mike,
Gerry Rafferty,
Dennis Brown,
Minny Pops,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
JFA,
Malaria!,
Erasure,
The Saints,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Toasters,
The Offenders,
The Black Dice,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gong,
Mr. Review,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Pretty Things,
Fatback Band,
Lucky Dragons,
Khruangbin,
Duran Duran,
The Cramps,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aural Exciters,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
The American Breed,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Gang Starr,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minor Threat,
The Mojo Men,
The Happenings,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Slackers,
Danielle Patucci,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra,
Slave,
Iggy Pop,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Jandek,
The Monochrome Set,
Sound Behaviour,
Warren Ellis,
Parry Music,
Soul II Soul,
Au Pairs,
the Sonics,
Mantronix,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.