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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Theoretical Girls to the techno 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Dirtbombs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Roxy Music,
June of 44,
The J.B.'s,
The Star Department,
Tim Buckley,
The Pretty Things,
Eddi Front,
Severed Heads,
Alphaville,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
Surgeon,
Bronski Beat,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Curtis Mayfield,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
the Association,
Moss Icon,
Vladislav Delay,
Ice-T,
A Certain Ratio,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Victims,
The Gories,
Avey Tare,
Black Flag,
The Fugs,
Susan Cadogan,
The Evens,
The Beau Brummels,
The Alarm Clocks,
UT,
The Remains,
Zero Boys,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
Sällskapet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Dual Sessions,
Audionom,
Peter and Kerry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ultra Naté,
The Names,
Newcleus,
Pagans,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Whodini,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moody Blues,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Ultimate Spinach,
D'Angelo,
Chrome,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.