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 Palau and from Toronto.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 güiro 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 Soulsonic Force to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Stockholm Monsters,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Slits,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Ronnie Foster,
LL Cool J,
The Offenders,
The Flesh Eaters,
Matthew Bourne,
The Fire Engines,
Derrick May,
Electric Prunes,
The Tremeloes,
Lakeside,
Nik Kershaw,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
The Cowsills,
Mark Hollis,
Hardrive,
Saccharine Trust,
CMW,
Wasted Youth,
Roxette,
Chrome,
In Retrospect,
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Barry Ungar,
Ludus,
Jeff Mills,
Fatback Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sonics,
The Cure,
Scion,
World's Most,
Big Daddy Kane,
Neil Young,
The Buckinghams,
Groovy Waters,
Animal Collective,
Aaron Thompson,
FM Einheit,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
the Association,
Iggy Pop,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Supertramp,
The Standells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Trumans Water,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.