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 Indonesia and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Alison Limerick to the funk 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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
The Names,
Khruangbin,
Alice Coltrane,
Barrington Levy,
Juan Atkins,
Bill Wells,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kurtis Blow,
Jacques Brel,
June of 44,
Charles Mingus,
Lindisfarne,
Chris & Cosey,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Blues Magoos,
Tom Boy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The J.B.'s,
Barry Ungar,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultravox,
Darondo,
Siglo XX,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Kerri Chandler,
Tim Buckley,
Pantaleimon,
The Litter,
Idris Muhammad,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Seeds,
The Fall,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Minutemen,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Aural Exciters,
Quadrant,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
The Gap Band,
Rod Modell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.