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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Negative Approach to the crunk 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
The Misunderstood,
The Shadows of Knight,
Scrapy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Finger,
The Smoke,
Popol Vuh,
Mandrill,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
FM Einheit,
UT,
Cybotron,
Con Funk Shun,
Kayak,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
The Kinks,
Unwound,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Main Source,
Lungfish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dead C,
The Offenders,
Unrelated Segments,
The Detroit Cobras,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Vainqueur,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Lucky Dragons,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
These Immortal Souls,
Television,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Hood,
Nico,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sam Rivers,
Chris Corsano,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Symarip,
Steve Hackett,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Japan,
Iggy Pop,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.