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 Comoros and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the rap 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Zero Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Sam Rivers,
Qualms,
Erykah Badu,
Johnny Clarke,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Pierre Henry,
Smog,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Sonny Sharrock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Colin Newman,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barrington Levy,
Letta Mbulu,
Alison Limerick,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Urselle,
This Heat,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rekid,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Crispian St. Peters,
Khruangbin,
Roxy Music,
JFA,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
Spoonie Gee,
Moby Grape,
The Kinks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Interpol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Schoolly D,
The Selecter,
Silicon Teens,
The Toasters,
T. Rex,
Joy Division,
Scan 7,
Dennis Brown,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
The Move,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.