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 Slovenia and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Tom Boy. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Theoretical Girls 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Slick Rick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Can,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Jacques Brel,
The Sound,
Ken Boothe,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Arthur Verocai,
Section 25,
Tears for Fears,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brothers Johnson,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
Jerry's Kids,
Crime,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Pierre Henry,
Arab on Radar,
Davy DMX,
The Cramps,
Ultimate Spinach,
Johnny Clarke,
The Last Poets,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
The United States of America,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-102,
Swell Maps,
Bill Wells,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kerri Chandler,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
Fugazi,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brand Nubian,
Lebanon Hanover,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Massinfluence,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.