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 Sierra Leone and from Bologna.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the dance 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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thee Headcoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
the Normal,
Sällskapet,
Tomorrow,
CMW,
Dennis Brown,
Motorama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minny Pops,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Modern Lovers,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Happenings,
Hashim,
Byron Stingily,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
New York Dolls,
the Slits,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Order,
Delta 5,
Inner City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scion,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
The Busters,
Ken Boothe,
Jacques Brel,
Joensuu 1685,
The American Breed,
Barry Ungar,
Ituana,
Franke,
Magma,
Deepchord,
Lungfish,
Angry Samoans,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Joe Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang Green,
Barbara Tucker,
Faraquet,
Charles Mingus,
Bobby Byrd,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Technova,
Colin Newman,
Cal Tjader,
Severed Heads,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Glenn Branca,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.