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 Mozambique 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Jandek to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Yellowson,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Absolute Body Control,
The Sonics,
Connie Case,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
Erasure,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cramps,
The Trojans,
Terry Callier,
Erykah Badu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Depeche Mode,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sister Nancy,
Ultra Naté,
Cluster,
Procol Harum,
The Young Rascals,
Chris Corsano,
Yazoo,
Cheater Slicks,
Magazine,
Bill Near,
Fatback Band,
ABC,
Bauhaus,
The Modern Lovers,
Sixth Finger,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
John Cale,
The Victims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eli Mardock,
Monolake,
Little Man,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Davy DMX,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zero Boys,
Jacques Brel,
Pantaleimon,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.