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 Hungary and from Jakarta.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 arpeggiator 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 Icehouse to the disco 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Toni Rubio 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
The Vogues,
Deepchord,
LL Cool J,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Reagan Youth,
F. McDonald,
Funkadelic,
Rotary Connection,
Sex Pistols,
Sight & Sound,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Marcia Griffiths,
Saccharine Trust,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
The Fuzztones,
Aural Exciters,
The Music Machine,
Quadrant,
Bauhaus,
The Walker Brothers,
Scrapy,
Soul Sonic Force,
Graham Central Station,
Wasted Youth,
Au Pairs,
The Moleskins,
Funky Four + One,
Livin' Joy,
Judy Mowatt,
Subhumans,
Maleditus Sound,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Suburban Knight,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Motorama,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
Stetsasonic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Eve St. Jones,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The Black Dice,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cure,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
Kerri Chandler,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Womack,
Yellowson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.