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 Burundi and from New York.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum 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 Erykah Badu to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Flesh Eaters,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Groovy Waters,
Reagan Youth,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Doors,
Wasted Youth,
Pole,
The Motions,
Darondo,
The Detroit Cobras,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Pierre Henry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Interpol,
The Gories,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
China Crisis,
Wings,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Nico,
Country Teasers,
10cc,
Scion,
The Techniques,
Funky Four + One,
Kaleidoscope,
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Outsiders,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
Au Pairs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash,
Warsaw,
Neu!,
Con Funk Shun,
Grey Daturas,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Monochrome Set,
Ronan,
Davy DMX,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.