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 Ghana and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Model 500 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Lydon,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Scan 7,
Todd Rundgren,
Hoover,
Donny Hathaway,
Radiohead,
Porter Ricks,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ludus,
The Martian,
Lindisfarne,
Derrick May,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Byrd,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Wake,
Nils Olav,
Chrome,
Peter & Gordon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Byron Stingily,
Tom Boy,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Mo-Dettes,
Dawn Penn,
David Axelrod,
Skriet,
Blancmange,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
Black Bananas,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
Magma,
48th St. Collective,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Amon Düül II,
The Detroit Cobras,
Maleditus Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Motorama,
Pulsallama,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.