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 Germany and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Rod Modell to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Eurythmics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
La Düsseldorf,
The Fortunes,
Altered Images,
Easy Going,
Sixth Finger,
Todd Terry,
Jandek,
Rod Modell,
Lou Christie,
Charles Mingus,
Marcia Griffiths,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kurtis Blow,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Visage,
Pulsallama,
Reagan Youth,
Wolf Eyes,
Soft Machine,
the Normal,
The Fuzztones,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Talk Talk,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Pagans,
The New Christs,
Kevin Saunderson,
Eurythmics,
Livin' Joy,
Scrapy,
DJ Style,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Heaven 17,
Traffic Nightmare,
10cc,
Joensuu 1685,
Lightning Bolt,
Sam Rivers,
Marvin Gaye,
Babytalk,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott Heron,
Excepter,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Drive Like Jehu,
Procol Harum,
Absolute Body Control,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Malaria!,
kango's stein massive,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Duran Duran,
Derrick May,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five, The Dave Clark Five.
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.