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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator 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 Camouflage to the electroclash 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Litter,
Nils Olav,
The Gun Club,
Parry Music,
Erasure,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Golliwogs,
Wolf Eyes,
Duran Duran,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Selecter,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Shoche,
Dorothy Ashby,
Qualms,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Nico,
The Cowsills,
Goldenarms,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Durutti Column,
The Fuzztones,
John Coltrane,
Infiniti,
MDC,
Roxette,
The Associates,
The Cramps,
Rufus Thomas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Albert Ayler,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Chris & Cosey,
Sun City Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Slick Rick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Don Cherry,
Derrick Morgan,
Mark Hollis,
The Evens,
Donald Byrd,
Johnny Osbourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Gories,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lightning Bolt,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.