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 Cambodia 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crooked Eye,
Gang Green,
Ultravox,
Eli Mardock,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
Los Fastidios,
The Vogues,
Radio Birdman,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
The Smoke,
Japan,
Traffic Nightmare,
FM Einheit,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sex Pistols,
Second Layer,
June of 44,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Josef K,
Junior Murvin,
Model 500,
X-102,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Rosa Yemen,
Dead Boys,
Inner City,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grandmaster Flash,
Hoover,
The Angels of Light,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Searchers,
Niagra,
Lindisfarne,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neu!,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Cymande,
Soul II Soul,
AZ,
John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Al Stewart,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.