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 Eritrea 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 rhodes 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 Soul Sonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Litter,
Jeff Mills,
K-Klass,
Howard Jones,
Alphaville,
Nirvana,
Hot Snakes,
Scott Walker,
Clear Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Talk Talk,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Letta Mbulu,
Qualms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zapp,
Pylon,
Ornette Coleman,
Massinfluence,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Livin' Joy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
T.S.O.L.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
Black Flag,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Machine,
The Walker Brothers,
John Holt,
Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fugazi,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
CMW,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Malaria!,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Faust,
The Residents,
Popol Vuh,
Danielle Patucci,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Raincoats,
Negative Approach,
Suicide,
Slick Rick,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.