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 Guatemala and from New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Monolake to the electroclash 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads 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 rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Black Flag,
Electric Prunes,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Monochrome Set,
Brick,
The Alarm Clocks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Bowie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Television Personalities,
The Mummies,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
Flamin' Groovies,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Pretty Things,
Grey Daturas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Soft Cell,
The Residents,
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Blossom Toes,
Hashim,
June of 44,
Dawn Penn,
Q65,
Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
Kas Product,
10cc,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Lyres,
The Buckinghams,
Aaron Thompson,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
The Index,
Hot Snakes,
Fad Gadget,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sex Pistols,
Eli Mardock,
The United States of America,
Nico,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Soft Machine,
Animal Collective,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
The Victims,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.