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 Argentina and from Manila.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 güiro 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 Parry Music to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crime,
the Germs,
Derrick May,
Porter Ricks,
Tomorrow,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sound Behaviour,
Charles Mingus,
Thee Headcoats,
The Walker Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Jimmy McGriff,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Nas,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Harmonia,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
OOIOO,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
The Velvet Underground,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Leonard Cohen,
Organ,
Black Pus,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
Peter and Kerry,
the Sonics,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Clear Light,
Ituana,
Ultimate Spinach,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
The Misunderstood,
H. Thieme,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
the Bar-Kays,
John Coltrane,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.