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 Cairo.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Boogie Down Productions to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul II Soul,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
D'Angelo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Malaria!,
Matthew Halsall,
The Index,
Funkadelic,
Erasure,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Monks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pylon,
Sam Rivers,
Pere Ubu,
The Trojans,
Quando Quango,
Steve Hackett,
June of 44,
Wasted Youth,
Amon Düül II,
Panda Bear,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joe Smooth,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
T.S.O.L.,
Johnny Clarke,
Wire,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ludus,
Massinfluence,
Shuggie Otis,
Man Parrish,
Robert Görl,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Offenders,
Colin Newman,
Graham Central Station,
Marvin Gaye,
T. Rex,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Slits,
The Evens,
Can,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Moody Blues,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.