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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Television Personalities to the punk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
The Leaves,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Music Machine,
June Days,
Bang On A Can,
Jacob Miller,
Masters at Work,
Tommy Roe,
Piero Umiliani,
The Smoke,
Y Pants,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
Pole,
The Real Kids,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
The Vogues,
Schoolly D,
Fela Kuti,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Swell Maps,
Panda Bear,
Aswad,
Camouflage,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Mantronix,
Average White Band,
Robert Hood,
The Tremeloes,
Godley & Creme,
Jeff Mills,
Laurel Aitken,
Slave,
Crooked Eye,
Flash Fearless,
Unrelated Segments,
Easy Going,
The Happenings,
Bill Near,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blake Baxter,
Joe Smooth,
Donald Byrd,
Maurizio,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang of Four,
Thee Headcoats,
Maleditus Sound,
Half Japanese,
Ice-T,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bobby Sherman,
Black Sheep,
Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive, Hardrive.
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.