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 Cameroon and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Pop Group to the jazz 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dorothy Ashby,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pet Shop Boys,
Black Moon,
The Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Loose Ends,
Bill Wells,
The Smoke,
Wings,
Das Ding,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio,
Tubeway Army,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Shoche,
Patti Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Angry Samoans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Leonard Cohen,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Pharoah Sanders,
Altered Images,
A Certain Ratio,
Crash Course in Science,
Interpol,
Jerry's Kids,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
The Monochrome Set,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Alice Coltrane,
Swell Maps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
China Crisis,
The Divine Comedy,
Sandy B,
Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Bang On A Can,
The Star Department,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rites of Spring,
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.