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 Germany and from Mumbai.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Jawbox to the techno 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Victims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Flash Fearless,
Connie Case,
The Divine Comedy,
John Lydon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Nico,
Godley & Creme,
The Monks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Anakelly,
Thompson Twins,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Harmonia,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Quadrant,
Public Enemy,
Eve St. Jones,
Idris Muhammad,
the Human League,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
Black Flag,
Pantaleimon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fela Kuti,
Parry Music,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
Suburban Knight,
The Fortunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Judy Mowatt,
Shoche,
Severed Heads,
Black Bananas,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
the Normal,
Gichy Dan,
Brass Construction,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sällskapet,
Tres Demented,
Livin' Joy,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick, Brick, Brick, Brick.
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.