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 Cape Verde and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 synthesizer 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 Kurtis Blow to the disco 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Duran Duran record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Ten City,
The Durutti Column,
X-102,
Arthur Verocai,
Boredoms,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Pop Group,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
L. Decosne,
Joensuu 1685,
Bush Tetras,
Sugar Minott,
Swans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Camberwell Now,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Make Up,
The Shadows of Knight,
Johnny Osbourne,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Residents,
Interpol,
The Beau Brummels,
Outsiders,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
Y Pants,
kango's stein massive,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Khruangbin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pantaleimon,
Susan Cadogan,
B.T. Express,
The Dirtbombs,
Porter Ricks,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camouflage,
Parry Music,
In Retrospect,
John Holt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Mission of Burma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Kinks,
JFA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Wake,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.