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 Tuvalu and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 J.B.'s to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Martian,
Pagans,
Scion,
Bobby Sherman,
Sandy B,
Magazine,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Rosa Yemen,
Zero Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Trumans Water,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Johnny Clarke,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Cell,
The Blues Magoos,
Crash Course in Science,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alphaville,
Niagra,
Hoover,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cymande,
Terry Callier,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
Scratch Acid,
Derrick May,
The Neon Judgement,
Quadrant,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Yusef Lateef,
Josef K,
Television Personalities,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Eve St. Jones,
Urselle,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Radiohead,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Groovy Waters,
Whodini,
Gong,
In Retrospect,
Harmonia,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.