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 the UAE and from Paris.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 David McCallum to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fifty Foot Hose. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Ten City,
Brothers Johnson,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Spandau Ballet,
Crime,
Anakelly,
DJ Style,
Bobby Sherman,
Barclay James Harvest,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Popol Vuh,
Liliput,
Agent Orange,
The Pretty Things,
48th St. Collective,
Underground Resistance,
Q and Not U,
New York Dolls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Panda Bear,
Jeff Mills,
Subhumans,
Drexciya,
Los Fastidios,
The Gories,
Traffic Nightmare,
Roy Ayers,
Harmonia,
The Birthday Party,
Sexual Harrassment,
Flipper,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vladislav Delay,
Newcleus,
Goldenarms,
Pantytec,
Simply Red,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Slackers,
Rhythm & Sound,
X-101,
Inner City,
Deepchord,
Piero Umiliani,
Bad Manners,
Marmalade,
Television Personalities,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The American Breed,
Cameo,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Erykah Badu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tears for Fears,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.