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 Woodstock.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Jeff Mills to the electroclash 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delta 5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
8 Eyed Spy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Dead C,
Cybotron,
Rod Modell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Los Fastidios,
R.M.O.,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
JFA,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Swans,
Soft Cell,
Minnie Riperton,
The Slits,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Deepchord,
Stockholm Monsters,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Joyce Sims,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
OOIOO,
Gichy Dan,
L. Decosne,
Mars,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sällskapet,
Sandy B,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kas Product,
Camberwell Now,
Nirvana,
Joe Finger,
Traffic Nightmare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Desert Stars,
Gong,
Hardrive,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Brand Nubian,
Cluster,
Bobby Sherman,
The Human League,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.