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 Poland and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gap Band to the grunge 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-101 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare,
Ornette Coleman,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Unwound,
Oblivians,
Livin' Joy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Victims,
Joey Negro,
OOIOO,
Henry Cow,
Morten Harket,
Saccharine Trust,
Procol Harum,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pole,
Wire,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
Sonic Youth,
Eli Mardock,
Moebius,
Depeche Mode,
Clear Light,
Frankie Knuckles,
Andrew Hill,
The J.B.'s,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Wasted Youth,
The Selecter,
Panda Bear,
Accadde A,
The Residents,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
These Immortal Souls,
The Zeros,
The Count Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
Banda Bassotti,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Nils Olav,
Ten City,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
Black Flag,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.