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 East Timor and from Salvador.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mr. Review to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacques Brel,
10cc,
E-Dancer,
MC5,
Cheater Slicks,
Lebanon Hanover,
Howard Jones,
Radio Birdman,
Bill Near,
Ten City,
The Fortunes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
the Germs,
The Skatalites,
Boz Scaggs,
The Trojans,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
Nik Kershaw,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Blues Magoos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kaleidoscope,
Ludus,
Andrew Hill,
UT,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric Copeland,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Pylon,
Sixth Finger,
New Order,
Donald Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Minnie Riperton,
Lyres,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Tubeway Army,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Neil Young,
Wolf Eyes,
Derrick Morgan,
Alice Coltrane,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Whodini,
This Heat,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.