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 Papua New Guinea and from Bremen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Flesh Eaters to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru 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 electroclash 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 a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Harmonia,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Chrome,
Blake Baxter,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
EPMD,
Tres Demented,
Arthur Verocai,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
a-ha,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
Pantaleimon,
Monolake,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Organ,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Morten Harket,
Rotary Connection,
Siglo XX,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Bobby Sherman,
Tubeway Army,
John Cale,
Piero Umiliani,
Eli Mardock,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp,
Q and Not U,
CMW,
Ronnie Foster,
Marc Almond,
Sällskapet,
Bauhaus,
Cheater Slicks,
Dennis Brown,
Rakim,
JFA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doobie Brothers,
Basic Channel,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Television,
Yellowson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dave Gahan,
Sister Nancy,
Index,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Hot Snakes,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.