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 Georgia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 theremin 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 Desert Stars to the punk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Gang Green,
Malaria!,
Crispy Ambulance,
H. Thieme,
The Gap Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Susan Cadogan,
Moebius,
the Normal,
Marshall Jefferson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vainqueur,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
the Slits,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Sheep,
Moby Grape,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Machine,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish,
Mark Hollis,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Zeros,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
AZ,
Accadde A,
John Foxx,
Bronski Beat,
Cecil Taylor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Unwound,
Shoche,
Pierre Henry,
Bluetip,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
Brothers Johnson,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Idris Muhammad,
Bush Tetras,
Sixth Finger,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Barbara Tucker,
Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon, Surgeon.
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.