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 Fiji and from Stockholm.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lagos.
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 spring reverb 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 Fatback Band to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Litter,
Mandrill,
The Last Poets,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
DJ Sneak,
E-Dancer,
Radio Birdman,
Bob Dylan,
The Red Krayola,
Hoover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pharoah Sanders,
Frankie Knuckles,
Parry Music,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Tommy Roe,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Fugs,
Soulsonic Force,
Idris Muhammad,
Joe Smooth,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aloha Tigers,
Tomorrow,
Lakeside,
Byron Stingily,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
One Last Wish,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Terry Callier,
Supertramp,
Blake Baxter,
Mad Mike,
Mo-Dettes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Kaleidoscope,
Popol Vuh,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
David McCallum,
Das Ding,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Loose Ends,
Black Pus,
Dead Boys,
The Fall,
The Star Department,
Hasil Adkins,
The Barracudas,
Barry Ungar,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.