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 Malawi and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the 808 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 Dual Sessions to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Circle Jerks,
The Martian,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Vainqueur,
Lucky Dragons,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Darondo,
Chrome,
Little Man,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Joe Smooth,
Erykah Badu,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pulsallama,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Starr,
The Gories,
Mars,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Smog,
Pere Ubu,
Brass Construction,
Banda Bassotti,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Lightning Bolt,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
8 Eyed Spy,
Q65,
Altered Images,
Adolescents,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Swans,
New Age Steppers,
Talk Talk,
Magazine,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
New Order,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Todd Terry,
The Fire Engines,
The Smoke,
Bad Manners,
Marine Girls,
Juan Atkins,
The Busters,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.