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 Marshall Islands and from Woodstock.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Dead Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Eddi Front. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sällskapet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anthony Braxton,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Reed,
Rosa Yemen,
The Trojans,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
The Victims,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
MDC,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Supertramp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tomorrow,
Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Stiv Bators,
Underground Resistance,
The Gun Club,
Cluster,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gong,
Aswad,
Lalo Schifrin,
K-Klass,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Birthday Party,
the Soft Cell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Velvet Underground,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Busters,
Dead Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Andrew Hill,
Masters at Work,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Howard Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Iggy Pop,
Mantronix,
Dawn Penn,
Procol Harum,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.