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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 10cc to the dance 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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delon & Dalcan,
Japan,
Nick Fraelich,
Moss Icon,
The Smiths,
Max Romeo,
Supertramp,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Joyce Sims,
E-Dancer,
Slick Rick,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dirtbombs,
Rosa Yemen,
Suicide,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wire,
Interpol,
F. McDonald,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The American Breed,
The Smoke,
Donny Hathaway,
Throbbing Gristle,
Newcleus,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
KRS-One,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ohio Players,
cv313,
Pierre Henry,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Monks,
Alton Ellis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
A Certain Ratio,
Nico,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Basic Channel,
Minutemen,
Masters at Work,
Robert Hood,
Kas Product,
Pharoah Sanders,
Delta 5,
Camberwell Now,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
DJ Sneak,
Boredoms,
Eve St. Jones,
EPMD,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Spoonie Gee,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.