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 Belgium and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Easy Going record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DeepChord presents Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra Arkestra,
CMW,
Sun Ra,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Sunsets and Hearts,
David Axelrod,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Liliput,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James White and The Blacks,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Main Source,
The Barracudas,
Circle Jerks,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Yellowson,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Cameo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Model 500,
a-ha,
Sarah Menescal,
Max Romeo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gladiators,
Buzzcocks,
New Age Steppers,
Quadrant,
The Invisible,
Moebius,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.