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 Albania and from Bologna.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the disco 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Fat Boys,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thompson Twins,
Michelle Simonal,
Second Layer,
Idris Muhammad,
DNA,
Newcleus,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
The Victims,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
Icehouse,
Hoover,
Swans,
Surgeon,
The Divine Comedy,
Intrusion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
ABC,
Eddi Front,
Depeche Mode,
Barbara Tucker,
Bronski Beat,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ice-T,
The Blackbyrds,
Ronnie Foster,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Television Personalities,
Black Sheep,
the Human League,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alton Ellis,
Nils Olav,
John Cale,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Gories,
Half Japanese,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Reuben Wilson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Arab on Radar,
Unrelated Segments,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Roxy Music,
The Toasters,
Urselle,
Lungfish,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.