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 Panama and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 The Residents to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ralphi Rosario 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
The Birthday Party,
Barbara Tucker,
Michelle Simonal,
Stiv Bators,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
FM Einheit,
Tommy Roe,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Erasure,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lakeside,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Howard Jones,
Pulsallama,
X-Ray Spex,
The Fuzztones,
Cameo,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Circle Jerks,
Deakin,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
Von Mondo,
Darondo,
Ronnie Foster,
Skarface,
Jeff Mills,
MDC,
Visage,
June Days,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Skatalites,
Johnny Clarke,
Kerri Chandler,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
Fear,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
the Germs,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
Wasted Youth,
Unrelated Segments,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Tomorrow,
Tom Boy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
the Human League,
Ken Boothe,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.