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 Madagascar and from Lyon.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pop Group to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gladiators. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
Audionom,
Aural Exciters,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Slits,
the Association,
Average White Band,
Howard Jones,
Outsiders,
The Index,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Soul II Soul,
The Slits,
Blake Baxter,
Urselle,
Bush Tetras,
Matthew Halsall,
Quadrant,
T. Rex,
Au Pairs,
KRS-One,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Yellowson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
The Leaves,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
Aaron Thompson,
Monolake,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
Harry Pussy,
Pierre Henry,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Hasil Adkins,
Groovy Waters,
Zero Boys,
Von Mondo,
Skaos,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
F. McDonald,
The Barracudas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Swell Maps,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.