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 Kyrgyzstan and from Calgary.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Agent Orange to the electroclash 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Bobbi Humphrey tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T.S.O.L. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Swell Maps,
Joey Negro,
Piero Umiliani,
The Count Five,
Fat Boys,
the Fania All-Stars,
In Retrospect,
Depeche Mode,
Oblivians,
Nils Olav,
Altered Images,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Ponytail,
Black Flag,
Ronnie Foster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Tim Buckley,
Scientists,
June of 44,
Tom Boy,
Stetsasonic,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
The Misunderstood,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
Lee Hazlewood,
Anthony Braxton,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Terry Callier,
DJ Style,
The Fall,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispy Ambulance,
Negative Approach,
Byron Stingily,
Country Teasers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
L. Decosne,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Henry Cow,
Donald Byrd,
Brick,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.