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 Jamaica and from Jakarta.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the rap 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 Avey Tare. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Boz Scaggs,
Lalann,
The Smoke,
Technova,
Aaron Thompson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
kango's stein massive,
Nils Olav,
Minor Threat,
Guru Guru,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Techniques,
Nico,
Kenny Larkin,
The Monks,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Byrd,
Gabor Szabo,
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Sandy B,
Scratch Acid,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Standells,
The Misunderstood,
Cecil Taylor,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
The Shadows of Knight,
Motorama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Deadbeat,
X-101,
Lucky Dragons,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
DJ Sneak,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dawn Penn,
Ultravox,
The Martian,
Shoche,
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Deakin,
Wire,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.