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 Serbia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Erykah Badu to the grunge 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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quando Quango,
Gong,
Wally Richardson,
The Sound,
Oblivians,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Organ,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Subhumans,
The Happenings,
Rapeman,
Jeff Lynne,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Khruangbin,
Sarah Menescal,
Dark Day,
Erykah Badu,
Slave,
Visage,
Tres Demented,
Main Source,
New Order,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
Sam Rivers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ludus,
Crooked Eye,
Joey Negro,
Fatback Band,
La Düsseldorf,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Moss Icon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Nas,
Scratch Acid,
The Durutti Column,
Silicon Teens,
Charles Mingus,
Robert Hood,
Average White Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Yellowson,
David McCallum,
Glambeats Corp.,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.