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 Suriname and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 The Cramps to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Absolute Body Control,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agitation Free,
Stetsasonic,
The Seeds,
Blossom Toes,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Whodini,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Monolake,
Tomorrow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Sherman,
Pylon,
the Human League,
The Cramps,
Lungfish,
Qualms,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Juan Atkins,
The Index,
Bang On A Can,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
OOIOO,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Doors,
Dual Sessions,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Standells,
The Toasters,
The Selecter,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Robert Hood,
Lower 48,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Derrick Morgan,
Motorama,
The Gories,
The Young Rascals,
the Slits,
Swans,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Shoche,
LL Cool J,
Yaz,
Swell Maps,
Hasil Adkins,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.