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 Mongolia and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
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 guitar 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Johnny Clarke,
Blancmange,
Japan,
Soul Sonic Force,
La Düsseldorf,
Eve St. Jones,
John Cale,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Iggy Pop,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drexciya,
Joyce Sims,
The Happenings,
John Foxx,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rosa Yemen,
The Red Krayola,
The Divine Comedy,
MC5,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Dave Gahan,
Joensuu 1685,
Royal Trux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cecil Taylor,
Swell Maps,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacques Brel,
Todd Rundgren,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
The Leaves,
Frankie Knuckles,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
AZ,
Pet Shop Boys,
Panda Bear,
Simply Red,
LL Cool J,
Bluetip,
Marc Almond,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Sam Rivers,
These Immortal Souls,
Deepchord,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jawbox,
The Last Poets,
Piero Umiliani,
Bizarre Inc.,
Surgeon,
Terry Callier,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.