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 Peru and from Paris.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Divine Comedy 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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Grandmaster Flash,
Parry Music,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tubeway Army,
Eden Ahbez,
Radiohead,
Subhumans,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Mojo Men,
Urselle,
Todd Terry,
Shuggie Otis,
Mad Mike,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rod Modell,
Laurel Aitken,
Jerry's Kids,
The Human League,
Nick Fraelich,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Sarah Menescal,
Donald Byrd,
EPMD,
The Smiths,
Vainqueur,
Ten City,
the Bar-Kays,
Howard Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Cymande,
Terrestrial Tones,
Robert Wyatt,
Loose Ends,
Lucky Dragons,
The Associates,
Arthur Verocai,
Dave Gahan,
Excepter,
Infiniti,
X-101,
The Monks,
Model 500,
Animal Collective,
Sparks,
Maurizio,
The Young Rascals,
Warsaw,
the Association,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
D'Angelo,
Prince Buster,
Faraquet,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.