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 Belize and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jacques Brel to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All Bad Manners tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Grass Roots,
Frankie Knuckles,
R.M.O.,
Section 25,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joyce Sims,
Shoche,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brothers Johnson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Deakin,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
The J.B.'s,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Hoover,
Excepter,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Little Man,
The Selecter,
Drive Like Jehu,
Henry Cow,
Organ,
Liliput,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Dawn Penn,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
The Doobie Brothers,
Make Up,
Popol Vuh,
the Sonics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kool Moe Dee,
World's Most,
Janne Schatter,
U.S. Maple,
The Smiths,
KRS-One,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
Ice-T,
The Human League,
Avey Tare,
Junior Murvin,
Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget, Fad Gadget.
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.