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 Spain and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Sonic Youth to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange 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 an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
a-ha,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
Joe Finger,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Walker Brothers,
Rod Modell,
Oblivians,
Cal Tjader,
Pulsallama,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Radio Birdman,
Pantytec,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Rundgren,
Marmalade,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Wings,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Loose Ends,
The Doobie Brothers,
Harmonia,
Roxy Music,
Eric Copeland,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang On A Can,
Franke,
Dennis Brown,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kool Moe Dee,
Quando Quango,
the Sonics,
cv313,
John Holt,
Josef K,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DJ Sneak,
Jeff Mills,
Sandy B,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
The United States of America,
Boredoms,
The Divine Comedy,
Aaron Thompson,
Bad Manners,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.