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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 snare 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 Tears for Fears to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Marc Almond,
The Dirtbombs,
Kas Product,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gregory Isaacs,
The United States of America,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
Yazoo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alton Ellis,
The Mojo Men,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Scientists,
Blancmange,
Marmalade,
Sandy B,
Ludus,
Joe Smooth,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Stooges,
Malaria!,
Brass Construction,
The Residents,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
Ultra Naté,
kango's stein massive,
DJ Style,
Hoover,
Lakeside,
Cal Tjader,
Main Source,
Swans,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Boredoms,
Ohio Players,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sex Pistols,
Massinfluence,
Deadbeat,
Pagans,
Lower 48,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
B.T. Express,
Chris & Cosey,
Rotary Connection,
Underground Resistance,
Sight & Sound,
Symarip,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
Ronnie Foster,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.