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 Antigua and from Delhi.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Dual Sessions to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kaleidoscope record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Brand Nubian,
CMW,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Minor Threat,
Lucky Dragons,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gladiators,
Pere Ubu,
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Remains,
Bootsy Collins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fugazi,
Radiohead,
T.S.O.L.,
UT,
Howard Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Nico,
Section 25,
This Heat,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ice-T,
Slave,
cv313,
The Barracudas,
Basic Channel,
Monolake,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
F. McDonald,
Juan Atkins,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Toni Rubio,
Monks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Buzzcocks,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
Scan 7,
Thee Headcoats,
Marmalade,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bill Wells,
Swans,
Stockholm Monsters,
Can,
The Skatalites,
Joe Smooth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dark Day,
Reagan Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Seeds,
Jimmy McGriff,
Zapp,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.