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 Qatar and from Bologna.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Moebius to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
Mr. Review,
Barrington Levy,
Don Cherry,
Nirvana,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Birthday Party,
Eddi Front,
The Fire Engines,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Barracudas,
The Sonics,
Boredoms,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sugar Minott,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Rosa Yemen,
Marvin Gaye,
Ten City,
Arthur Verocai,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Freddie Wadling,
Goldenarms,
Simply Red,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Matthew Bourne,
F. McDonald,
Section 25,
The Fortunes,
Trumans Water,
Black Moon,
Graham Central Station,
Matthew Halsall,
Das Ding,
Henry Cow,
Los Fastidios,
The Moleskins,
The Count Five,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Maurizio,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
The Monks,
John Coltrane,
The J.B.'s,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.