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 Costa Rica and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Funky Four + One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terry Callier,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Yaz,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman,
The Motions,
Nick Fraelich,
The Trojans,
Groovy Waters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Toasters,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Depeche Mode,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
The Names,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bush Tetras,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Victims,
Hot Snakes,
Animal Collective,
ABBA,
The Mummies,
Banda Bassotti,
The Knickerbockers,
The Searchers,
Youth Brigade,
Traffic Nightmare,
Royal Trux,
Marine Girls,
Loose Ends,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lee Hazlewood,
Arab on Radar,
Blossom Toes,
The Modern Lovers,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
Sex Pistols,
Jeru the Damaja,
Au Pairs,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.