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 United States 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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 Dawn Penn to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Pylon,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Josef K,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mr. Review,
Ituana,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Visage,
Bobby Womack,
Lakeside,
Altered Images,
The Moleskins,
the Swans,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Deadbeat,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Robert Wyatt,
Bush Tetras,
Suburban Knight,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ossler,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
Glenn Branca,
Black Sheep,
Chrome,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Freddie Wadling,
The Monochrome Set,
Drexciya,
Thompson Twins,
Henry Cow,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Unwound,
Soul II Soul,
Frankie Knuckles,
Essential Logic,
John Holt,
The Associates,
Bootsy Collins,
Vladislav Delay,
Yaz,
Q65,
Los Fastidios,
Gabor Szabo,
Letta Mbulu,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Dennis Brown,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.