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 Macedonia and from Shanghai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes 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 Boogie Down Productions to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlback tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus 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 a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
B.T. Express,
The Motions,
The Tremeloes,
Livin' Joy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Foxx,
a-ha,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Moebius,
Brick,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Royal Trux,
Lower 48,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Connie Case,
MDC,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
Average White Band,
Blancmange,
Scion,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rakim,
Graham Central Station,
Infiniti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Das Ding,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Stooges,
Inner City,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Pole,
Isaac Hayes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joensuu 1685,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Q65,
Kurtis Blow,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
Brass Construction,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Main Source,
KRS-One,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dennis Brown,
Delta 5,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.