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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Faust to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
the Association,
X-101,
Ronnie Foster,
The Barracudas,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
F. McDonald,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Gichy Dan,
ABC,
Bluetip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Michelle Simonal,
Sound Behaviour,
Circle Jerks,
Buzzcocks,
John Coltrane,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Mission of Burma,
The Moody Blues,
Surgeon,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Bush Tetras,
Soulsonic Force,
Lungfish,
T. Rex,
Rekid,
Josef K,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Hood,
Ten City,
Intrusion,
Joy Division,
KRS-One,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Alison Limerick,
Bauhaus,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
The Cowsills,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Severed Heads,
The Leaves,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.