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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 The Chocolate Watch Band to the disco 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Royal Trux,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Spoonie Gee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Gang Green,
F. McDonald,
Nils Olav,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brass Construction,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Q and Not U,
Bill Wells,
In Retrospect,
The Evens,
Colin Newman,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Circle Jerks,
The Gap Band,
The Shadows of Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Don Cherry,
X-Ray Spex,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Parry Music,
Oblivians,
Johnny Clarke,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stiv Bators,
Stereo Dub,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Angry Samoans,
Monks,
the Bar-Kays,
the Fania All-Stars,
Arthur Verocai,
Sandy B,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Radio Birdman,
cv313,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
John Cale,
Fat Boys,
The Dead C,
Ludus,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aswad,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.