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 Vanuatu and from Portland.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Real Kids,
Zero Boys,
The Monks,
Laurel Aitken,
Tubeway Army,
Pussy Galore,
Kayak,
JFA,
The Modern Lovers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terry Callier,
Technova,
Pere Ubu,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Interpol,
The Fire Engines,
Letta Mbulu,
F. McDonald,
Au Pairs,
The Busters,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Pole,
Don Cherry,
Marcia Griffiths,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra,
Average White Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sonny Sharrock,
Visage,
Qualms,
Scion,
The Fugs,
Jeff Mills,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Stooges,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Liliput,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Starr,
Whodini,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marshall Jefferson,
DNA,
Reagan Youth,
Cluster,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.