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 Uganda 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
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 Slick Rick to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barrington Levy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ronnie Foster,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
Blossom Toes,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Livin' Joy,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Maurizio,
the Sonics,
Donald Byrd,
Magma,
The Names,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Magazine,
Dave Gahan,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Yusef Lateef,
Ten City,
Cymande,
Judy Mowatt,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Au Pairs,
Kool Moe Dee,
Amon Düül,
Eurythmics,
The Residents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Harmonia,
The Associates,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Colin Newman,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.