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 Iraq 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
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 linndrum 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 Black Bananas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul Sonic Force,
Masters at Work,
Monolake,
Average White Band,
Gichy Dan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Johnny Clarke,
Parry Music,
Echospace,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Hashim,
Prince Buster,
Eddi Front,
The Cowsills,
the Swans,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Clear Light,
Donny Hathaway,
Cecil Taylor,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
The Dirtbombs,
Aaron Thompson,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
Flamin' Groovies,
H. Thieme,
Rufus Thomas,
Angry Samoans,
The Fortunes,
Ludus,
Sällskapet,
X-101,
The Modern Lovers,
Isaac Hayes,
Make Up,
MDC,
Ice-T,
Stiv Bators,
The Sisters of Mercy,
L. Decosne,
The Sound,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
LL Cool J,
48th St. Collective,
Bluetip,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.