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 Estonia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Gap Band to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marc Almond. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Flesh Eaters,
Isaac Hayes,
Roxette,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Marc Almond,
Thompson Twins,
The Techniques,
the Soft Cell,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Can,
Bobbi Humphrey,
10cc,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick May,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
Iggy Pop,
Drexciya,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
cv313,
B.T. Express,
Deakin,
Kas Product,
Trumans Water,
Alice Coltrane,
Television Personalities,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gang Gang Dance,
Goldenarms,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Buckinghams,
Dual Sessions,
Josef K,
Neil Young,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
World's Most,
the Bar-Kays,
Motorama,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Circle Jerks,
The Motions,
Joe Smooth,
X-Ray Spex,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Judy Mowatt,
The United States of America,
The Knickerbockers,
Amazonics,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Model 500,
Royal Trux,
The Smoke,
Fluxion,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.