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 Iceland 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
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 synthesizer 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 Unwound to the grunge 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
the Association,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Gang of Four,
Nick Fraelich,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Skatalites,
Eric Dolphy,
Camouflage,
Mars,
Yellowson,
OOIOO,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dual Sessions,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Remains,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
Subhumans,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
Simply Red,
Minor Threat,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Agitation Free,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Brand Nubian,
Marvin Gaye,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eve St. Jones,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Crash Course in Science,
Eric Copeland,
Groovy Waters,
Yusef Lateef,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.