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 Norway and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 snare 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Con Funk Shun,
Joey Negro,
ABBA,
Procol Harum,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Visage,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
Das Ding,
The Birthday Party,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Connie Case,
Duran Duran,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rufus Thomas,
X-101,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Al Stewart,
Glambeats Corp.,
Terrestrial Tones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Nick Fraelich,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
June of 44,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ken Boothe,
Gang Starr,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Los Fastidios,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Howard Jones,
Eli Mardock,
T.S.O.L.,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Leaves,
Echospace,
Wally Richardson,
The Names,
Alison Limerick,
Davy DMX,
The Gories,
The Fortunes,
Smog,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Khruangbin,
Panda Bear,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Sherman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Blancmange,
The Seeds,
Eve St. Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.