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 Chad and from Sao Paulo.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 Wasted Youth to the rap 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 The Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Alice Coltrane,
Brass Construction,
Niagra,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Dirtbombs,
The Dave Clark Five,
Infiniti,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fuzztones,
Skriet,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Make Up,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Minutemen,
The Misunderstood,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Index,
Can,
Wally Richardson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Carl Craig,
The Residents,
Model 500,
Talk Talk,
L. Decosne,
Inner City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Bad Manners,
The Star Department,
Loose Ends,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Severed Heads,
Technova,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-101,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tom Boy,
Chris & Cosey,
Warsaw,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Techniques,
Althea and Donna,
Rapeman,
Basic Channel,
Dark Day,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Toasters,
48th St. Collective,
China Crisis,
The Sound,
Alison Limerick,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.