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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 Mumbai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 Public Image Ltd. to the disco 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marcia Griffiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Young Marble Giants,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Morten Harket,
Index,
Joy Division,
The Motions,
Dark Day,
Cameo,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Reed,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Godley & Creme,
June Days,
FM Einheit,
This Heat,
Fad Gadget,
David Bowie,
Chris & Cosey,
The Evens,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Simply Red,
Ohio Players,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Jandek,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
New Age Steppers,
The Pretty Things,
Popol Vuh,
Urselle,
Mr. Review,
Shoche,
Gregory Isaacs,
Throbbing Gristle,
OOIOO,
James White and The Blacks,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
Sällskapet,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Prince Buster,
Ultra Naté,
Loose Ends,
X-102,
Grauzone,
John Lydon,
Archie Shepp,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.