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 South Sudan and from Copenhagen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
Dark Day,
Simply Red,
Bobby Byrd,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Victims,
Aural Exciters,
Slick Rick,
The United States of America,
Agent Orange,
ABBA,
Yazoo,
KRS-One,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eurythmics,
Whodini,
Chrome,
The Durutti Column,
The Trojans,
Radiohead,
Fear,
Godley & Creme,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
48th St. Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cal Tjader,
Arab on Radar,
JFA,
Sandy B,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Essential Logic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Depeche Mode,
Kerrie Biddell,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wasted Youth,
Barrington Levy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Joe Finger,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Juan Atkins,
Royal Trux,
Procol Harum,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
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.