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 Somalia and from Accra.
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 Madrid and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 LL Cool J to the jazz 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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxy Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Fluxion,
Brothers Johnson,
The Neon Judgement,
Newcleus,
Swans,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
Y Pants,
Unrelated Segments,
Duran Duran,
the Human League,
Dennis Brown,
Harpers Bizarre,
Howard Jones,
Jacob Miller,
ABC,
Agent Orange,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Electric Prunes,
Das Ding,
Stiv Bators,
Dual Sessions,
Ken Boothe,
The Birthday Party,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
Kool Moe Dee,
Minnie Riperton,
Vladislav Delay,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Red Krayola,
Sixth Finger,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Andrew Hill,
Q65,
Theoretical Girls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Index,
Bill Wells,
Cheater Slicks,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Stereo Dub,
The Move,
The Fuzztones,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Aaron Thompson,
Tropical Tobacco,
Heaven 17,
La Düsseldorf,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.