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 Philippines 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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Little Man to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skaos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
Glenn Branca,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Moon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Boz Scaggs,
Con Funk Shun,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
AZ,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Sherman,
Niagra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tubeway Army,
Gastr Del Sol,
David Bowie,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bill Near,
Warsaw,
Boredoms,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Jeru the Damaja,
Severed Heads,
Eden Ahbez,
Banda Bassotti,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Hoover,
Main Source,
Aaron Thompson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Cure,
the Soft Cell,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
PIL,
CMW,
Tres Demented,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Black Sheep,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.