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 Switzerland and from Edmonton.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Make Up to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Human League. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
The Residents,
Ronnie Foster,
Audionom,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Theoretical Girls,
Sister Nancy,
Moebius,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Godley & Creme,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Scott Walker,
Altered Images,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Ornette Coleman,
Quadrant,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
D'Angelo,
Marshall Jefferson,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
Eve St. Jones,
The Slits,
Metal Thangz,
Sparks,
Iggy Pop,
X-Ray Spex,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Camouflage,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Zapp,
Sonic Youth,
Pulsallama,
The Fugs,
Spoonie Gee,
Tommy Roe,
U.S. Maple,
Arcadia,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Alton Ellis,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fire Engines,
The Gap Band,
Connie Case,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Real Kids,
Swell Maps,
Harpers Bizarre,
Hot Snakes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aaron Thompson,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.