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 Mongolia and from Madrid.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Donald Fagen 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Intrusion,
Joey Negro,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Eli Mardock,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
The Blues Magoos,
Kas Product,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Subhumans,
Al Stewart,
Ponytail,
Eden Ahbez,
Kenny Larkin,
Althea and Donna,
The Cowsills,
Susan Cadogan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Soul II Soul,
Youth Brigade,
Malaria!,
Idris Muhammad,
Marc Almond,
The J.B.'s,
JFA,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
Circle Jerks,
the Bar-Kays,
Archie Shepp,
Iggy Pop,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool Moe Dee,
Nirvana,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
The Vogues,
Radiohead,
Mandrill,
Marcia Griffiths,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cameo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Bootsy Collins,
The Durutti Column,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Excepter, Excepter, Excepter, Excepter.
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.