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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joy Division to the funk 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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Invisible record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Laurel Aitken,
Roy Ayers,
The Red Krayola,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65,
The United States of America,
The Neon Judgement,
Lightning Bolt,
Rakim,
Gang Green,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Magma,
Letta Mbulu,
the Slits,
Yellowson,
Todd Rundgren,
Scratch Acid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kevin Saunderson,
New York Dolls,
The Vogues,
Blake Baxter,
the Bar-Kays,
the Association,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Unwound,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sound,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bobby Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Man Eating Sloth,
Scan 7,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Evens,
Duran Duran,
Essential Logic,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gabor Szabo,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Loose Ends,
Wally Richardson,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.