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 Swaziland and from Lyon.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Derrick May,
Joey Negro,
The Real Kids,
Vladislav Delay,
One Last Wish,
Leonard Cohen,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bizarre Inc.,
New York Dolls,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
the Slits,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
The Buckinghams,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Scratch Acid,
The Toasters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joyce Sims,
H. Thieme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Mojo Men,
Roy Ayers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Soft Cell,
Ronnie Foster,
Masters at Work,
The Black Dice,
Thompson Twins,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Section 25,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
The Moleskins,
Skarface,
Fad Gadget,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Newcleus,
Sun City Girls,
Max Romeo,
The Shadows of Knight,
MC5,
The Doors,
Moby Grape,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Mantronix,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T.S.O.L.,
Television Personalities,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.