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 Micronesia and from Milan.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 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 Delon & Dalcan to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
the Human League,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Gerry Rafferty,
Buzzcocks,
Motorama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Yazoo,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
K-Klass,
Josef K,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Leaves,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Glenn Branca,
Eric Copeland,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Wyatt,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Smiths,
Sixth Finger,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Anakelly,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yellowson,
Dennis Brown,
The Cramps,
The Gories,
Ituana,
Bob Dylan,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Smoke,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Saints,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Scrapy,
Derrick May,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Country Teasers,
Charles Mingus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
June of 44,
Tres Demented,
Grey Daturas,
Barbara Tucker,
Scott Walker,
ABC,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.