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 Dominica and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Todd Terry to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Altered Images,
Ultra Naté,
The Mummies,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
AZ,
Organ,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Deakin,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Monolake,
Nirvana,
Infiniti,
Audionom,
ABC,
Colin Newman,
Mo-Dettes,
Camouflage,
Schoolly D,
Prince Buster,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Youth Brigade,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Remains,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cluster,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jacob Miller,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joe Finger,
Radiohead,
Neu!,
Fluxion,
Pierre Henry,
John Cale,
John Coltrane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.