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 Honduras and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar 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?
Terrestrial Tones,
Minutemen,
Pulsallama,
Main Source,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Slackers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Animal Collective,
Blossom Toes,
Robert Hood,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pantaleimon,
kango's stein massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
EPMD,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Vogues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bobby Sherman,
Sun City Girls,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sister Nancy,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Moody Blues,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Dual Sessions,
Kenny Larkin,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Suburban Knight,
Ronnie Foster,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Youth Brigade,
Bob Dylan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
The Sound,
Swans,
The Red Krayola,
Steve Hackett,
48th St. Collective,
Inner City,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.