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 Bahrain and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 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 Andrew Hill to the dance 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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Matthew Halsall,
Boredoms,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
kango's stein massive,
Fear,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Red Krayola,
Hot Snakes,
Soft Cell,
Silicon Teens,
AZ,
Fugazi,
Gabor Szabo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hashim,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bang On A Can,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Idris Muhammad,
Ludus,
Minny Pops,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Harmonia,
The Selecter,
Section 25,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Sight & Sound,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Marvin Gaye,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bill Wells,
Stereo Dub,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Stiv Bators,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
La Düsseldorf,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.