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 Liberia 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes 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 Maurizio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dead Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Matthew Bourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Mummies,
Yaz,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Technova,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Wings,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rekid,
K-Klass,
the Germs,
Livin' Joy,
Susan Cadogan,
F. McDonald,
Ken Boothe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Index,
Todd Rundgren,
Wasted Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Idris Muhammad,
Severed Heads,
Reuben Wilson,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cramps,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Soft Cell,
Johnny Osbourne,
June Days,
Qualms,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronan,
Gong,
Barbara Tucker,
Sun City Girls,
The Motions,
The Buckinghams,
Smog,
Dead Boys,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
Sight & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Underground Resistance,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.