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 India and from Philadelphia.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 The American Breed to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Intrusion,
Ludus,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
June Days,
Erasure,
Gong,
Sonic Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
The Index,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Drexciya,
Morten Harket,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Martian,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Massinfluence,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
DJ Style,
Dual Sessions,
ABC,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
The Electric Prunes,
John Foxx,
Visage,
the Association,
Excepter,
Minor Threat,
Silicon Teens,
Hasil Adkins,
F. McDonald,
Marmalade,
Skaos,
Bluetip,
Cecil Taylor,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Nico,
Sandy B,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Kaleidoscope,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wasted Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
Big Daddy Kane,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ice-T,
Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana, Nirvana.
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.