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 Belarus and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Jesper Dahlback to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David McCallum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mantronix,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sex Pistols,
Soft Cell,
The Gladiators,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Franke,
Fat Boys,
Godley & Creme,
DNA,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Womack,
X-102,
The Dirtbombs,
Zapp,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ossler,
Glambeats Corp.,
Circle Jerks,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Cluster,
Severed Heads,
Tommy Roe,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Chrome,
the Soft Cell,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Amon Düül II,
Gang of Four,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
Rotary Connection,
Adolescents,
Todd Terry,
Isaac Hayes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Lalann,
Anakelly,
Danielle Patucci,
World's Most,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.