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 Belgium and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Gang Green to the rap 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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boogie Down Productions,
Theoretical Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
Slick Rick,
Liliput,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
DNA,
Bauhaus,
Stiv Bators,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
The Velvet Underground,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Albert Ayler,
Prince Buster,
Joe Finger,
MC5,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nils Olav,
the Slits,
Duran Duran,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
cv313,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Ken Boothe,
Todd Rundgren,
Yazoo,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Sällskapet,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Tomorrow,
Wolf Eyes,
The Tremeloes,
Quadrant,
Jimmy McGriff,
Derrick Morgan,
Lindisfarne,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.