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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
E-Dancer,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Cymande,
Aswad,
Skaos,
the Slits,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Isaac Hayes,
Skriet,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Public Enemy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
This Heat,
Steve Hackett,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Icehouse,
Pet Shop Boys,
ABC,
The Fuzztones,
Aloha Tigers,
The Zeros,
Echospace,
Deepchord,
Cheater Slicks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The United States of America,
Robert Hood,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bad Manners,
Moby Grape,
The Selecter,
Bobby Byrd,
Barbara Tucker,
Amon Düül II,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Clear Light,
Soft Cell,
Lungfish,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Rod Modell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Walker Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Skatalites,
Qualms, Qualms, Qualms, Qualms.
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.