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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Roxy Music,
The Fall,
Adolescents,
Aloha Tigers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bill Wells,
The J.B.'s,
Howard Jones,
Stetsasonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gichy Dan,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Juan Atkins,
Shoche,
Symarip,
Glambeats Corp.,
Das Ding,
The Monochrome Set,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jandek,
Scan 7,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Babytalk,
Faust,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Toni Rubio,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Toasters,
Pantaleimon,
Flipper,
The Doors,
Slave,
Nico,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Half Japanese,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Standells,
Gabor Szabo,
Reagan Youth,
Tomorrow,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
The Slits,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Mr. Review,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.