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 Vanuatu and from Columbus.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Barclay James Harvest to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Intrusion,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pussy Galore,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Wings,
Babytalk,
Rufus Thomas,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
Pantaleimon,
Zero Boys,
Moebius,
Lucky Dragons,
Infiniti,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
Au Pairs,
Dead Boys,
Swell Maps,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
These Immortal Souls,
Jacob Miller,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
cv313,
The Mummies,
Japan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Youth Brigade,
The Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
D'Angelo,
K-Klass,
New York Dolls,
Marshall Jefferson,
B.T. Express,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Skatalites,
Leonard Cohen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Cramps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Dave Gahan,
The Move,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.