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 Slovenia and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Grey Daturas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Human League record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
Absolute Body Control,
Lakeside,
The Raincoats,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The American Breed,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Fear,
The Electric Prunes,
Judy Mowatt,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
8 Eyed Spy,
Colin Newman,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Stooges,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Little Man,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
The Invisible,
The Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crispian St. Peters,
Godley & Creme,
John Cale,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Todd Terry,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Eric Dolphy,
Deepchord,
U.S. Maple,
Section 25,
John Coltrane,
The Standells,
Main Source,
The Techniques,
Camberwell Now,
Second Layer,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Fugazi,
Parry Music,
Eddi Front,
Metal Thangz,
Hoover,
Eric Copeland,
Barbara Tucker,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.