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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Stockholm.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 H. Thieme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Eurythmics,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultra Naté,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Donald Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Morten Harket,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vladislav Delay,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Junior Murvin,
Lightning Bolt,
Icehouse,
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eric Dolphy,
The Selecter,
X-Ray Spex,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fad Gadget,
Cameo,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
Deepchord,
The Remains,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
David Bowie,
The Velvet Underground,
The Evens,
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Cell,
The Slackers,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
One Last Wish,
Charles Mingus,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
The Litter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Brick,
Metal Thangz,
Dave Gahan,
Todd Terry,
Quando Quango,
Connie Case,
Cybotron,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.