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 United Kingdom and from Bremen.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 marimba 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 Neil Young to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Quadrant,
Harmonia,
The Red Krayola,
Monks,
X-102,
One Last Wish,
The Monochrome Set,
R.M.O.,
The Doors,
The Dead C,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Visage,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Young Marble Giants,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joy Division,
June Days,
Khruangbin,
Monolake,
Eric Dolphy,
Dave Gahan,
Mad Mike,
The Dirtbombs,
Piero Umiliani,
Marc Almond,
Kaleidoscope,
Tubeway Army,
Reagan Youth,
Jimmy McGriff,
DJ Sneak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Iggy Pop,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Gap Band,
Tommy Roe,
Babytalk,
Throbbing Gristle,
the Germs,
Model 500,
Intrusion,
Urselle,
Inner City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Panda Bear,
T. Rex,
Sällskapet,
Index,
Mr. Review,
Country Teasers,
Isaac Hayes,
Surgeon,
Scion,
Con Funk Shun,
Von Mondo,
Ultra Naté,
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.