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 Papua New Guinea and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Fluxion to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Maurizio,
JFA,
Ultravox,
Trumans Water,
Crooked Eye,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nils Olav,
Pantytec,
Gang of Four,
The Golliwogs,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Bill Wells,
Hot Snakes,
The Beau Brummels,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
John Foxx,
Can,
the Slits,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Easy Going,
Pierre Henry,
Glambeats Corp.,
B.T. Express,
Moss Icon,
Kenny Larkin,
Fela Kuti,
Barry Ungar,
Fluxion,
One Last Wish,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Walker Brothers,
Frankie Knuckles,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Desert Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Velvet Underground,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marcia Griffiths,
Royal Trux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Anthony Braxton,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Nico,
Brass Construction,
The Pretty Things,
the Association,
Nation of Ulysses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick, Alison Limerick.
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.