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 Korea North and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Blancmange to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Saints. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Sugar Minott,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Hoover,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Procol Harum,
Shoche,
Jandek,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Misunderstood,
Banda Bassotti,
Eli Mardock,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Marc Almond,
the Swans,
The Cramps,
Nils Olav,
Bizarre Inc.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
Tom Boy,
Wings,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
Excepter,
Echospace,
Skaos,
Judy Mowatt,
Bauhaus,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ken Boothe,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Stooges,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Count Five,
Nirvana,
The Music Machine,
The Last Poets,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Zero Boys,
The Mojo Men,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Prince Buster,
Donald Byrd,
Yaz,
The Blues Magoos,
Bronski Beat,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
B.T. Express,
Flamin' Groovies,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joy Division,
The Tremeloes,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.