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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the güiro 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 Morten Harket to the punk 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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Rufus Thomas,
Clear Light,
Echospace,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Quantec,
The Young Rascals,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Joe Smooth,
Motorama,
Lakeside,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cramps,
Bobby Womack,
Gong,
Brothers Johnson,
Surgeon,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Fire Engines,
Cluster,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Carl Craig,
Iggy Pop,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Negative Approach,
JFA,
Godley & Creme,
Jacques Brel,
Mandrill,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
The Techniques,
Harry Pussy,
Buzzcocks,
Procol Harum,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Pulsallama,
Chrome,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Heaven 17,
Darondo,
Joy Division,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Fall,
Zero Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cymande,
Moby Grape,
D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo, D'Angelo.
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.