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 Botswana and from New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 The Kinks to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Sherman,
The Gap Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sandy B,
Ralphi Rosario,
Yusef Lateef,
Toni Rubio,
Shoche,
Sound Behaviour,
Scott Walker,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Motions,
The Move,
Infiniti,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
The Martian,
Junior Murvin,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Lindisfarne,
Heaven 17,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Porter Ricks,
The Black Dice,
The Slits,
Sparks,
Maleditus Sound,
Max Romeo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
kango's stein massive,
Chris Corsano,
Eric Dolphy,
Ultravox,
Black Flag,
Joyce Sims,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Christie,
The Smoke,
The Neon Judgement,
Roy Ayers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope, Kaleidoscope.
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.