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 Hungary and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Wire,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Los Fastidios,
Glenn Branca,
Laurel Aitken,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lyres,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Raincoats,
Dual Sessions,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Barracudas,
Arthur Verocai,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roy Ayers,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
David Axelrod,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
AZ,
The Mummies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Blake Baxter,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Unwound,
Surgeon,
Soulsonic Force,
Roxy Music,
Jeff Lynne,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Alarm Clocks,
OOIOO,
Gabor Szabo,
Gang Green,
the Normal,
Sugar Minott,
Ossler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Cameo,
Pulsallama,
Aaron Thompson,
Yaz,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Cluster,
Isaac Hayes,
Index,
Lindisfarne,
The Trojans,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.