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 Lyon.
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 Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Kevin Saunderson to the disco 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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Patti Smith,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Terrestrial Tones,
Unwound,
Max Romeo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Maleditus Sound,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Alton Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
Magazine,
Crash Course in Science,
Neil Young,
The Kinks,
The Modern Lovers,
John Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pylon,
David Bowie,
Smog,
Cymande,
The Smoke,
Ice-T,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bob Dylan,
Supertramp,
Magma,
Bad Manners,
Monks,
Ludus,
Lindisfarne,
Bronski Beat,
Bizarre Inc.,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Letta Mbulu,
The Young Rascals,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
New York Dolls,
Dennis Brown,
Echospace,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
The Victims,
Wally Richardson,
Lakeside,
Funkadelic,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix, Mantronix.
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.