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 San Marino and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry to the dance 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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Essential Logic,
It's A Beautiful Day,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Wolf Eyes,
Angry Samoans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
June of 44,
Darondo,
ABBA,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rotary Connection,
Das Ding,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
Jandek,
Camberwell Now,
Marc Almond,
Rod Modell,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Supertramp,
Soul II Soul,
Schoolly D,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
Tom Boy,
Groovy Waters,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sam Rivers,
Hardrive,
H. Thieme,
Delta 5,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang of Four,
Organ,
Magma,
Kerri Chandler,
Scrapy,
Carl Craig,
Model 500,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Graham Central Station,
Michelle Simonal,
Gabor Szabo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Gerry Rafferty,
The American Breed,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Young Marble Giants,
Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar, Barry Ungar.
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.