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 Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the 808 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 Boredoms to the crunk 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ajijia Myrayebe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Durutti Column,
Shoche,
Unwound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marmalade,
Metal Thangz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Christie,
Barclay James Harvest,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Flag,
Skriet,
Vladislav Delay,
Negative Approach,
Motorama,
Magma,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Danielle Patucci,
Jacques Brel,
These Immortal Souls,
10cc,
Tommy Roe,
Maleditus Sound,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Bronski Beat,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Swans,
Sam Rivers,
Gong,
Yaz,
Brothers Johnson,
Ludus,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Stiv Bators,
Brick,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
The Music Machine,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Y Pants,
Bob Dylan,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis, Shuggie Otis.
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.