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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 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 the Association to the grime 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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Severed Heads tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
Dave Gahan,
Mr. Review,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Inner City,
Marvin Gaye,
Livin' Joy,
Shoche,
the Swans,
The Gories,
Stetsasonic,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Jandek,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pantytec,
Faust,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Accadde A,
Barbara Tucker,
The Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Divine Comedy,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Franke,
Neu!,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Iggy Pop,
Gregory Isaacs,
Isaac Hayes,
Young Marble Giants,
Fela Kuti,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Guru Guru,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Public Image Ltd.,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
Pet Shop Boys,
Niagra,
Altered Images,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Pus,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.