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 Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Unrelated Segments to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Terry Callier,
kango's stein massive,
Jacob Miller,
Newcleus,
Barry Ungar,
Slave,
Ronan,
The Young Rascals,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Funkadelic,
Glenn Branca,
Hasil Adkins,
Oblivians,
Ituana,
Magma,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skarface,
Bizarre Inc.,
Alice Coltrane,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fatback Band,
Dave Gahan,
The Tremeloes,
Agent Orange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tears for Fears,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lyres,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Names,
The Pretty Things,
New York Dolls,
the Bar-Kays,
Bobby Sherman,
Stereo Dub,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
La Düsseldorf,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Neon Judgement,
The Residents,
Bang On A Can,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.