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 Eritrea and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Parrish,
Flamin' Groovies,
the Association,
The Last Poets,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Banda Bassotti,
CMW,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Vainqueur,
Harry Pussy,
Shoche,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris & Cosey,
The Pretty Things,
Skarface,
The Moody Blues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Godley & Creme,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Bush Tetras,
Letta Mbulu,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Dawn Penn,
Rekid,
Jeff Lynne,
Bluetip,
Harpers Bizarre,
Brothers Johnson,
Carl Craig,
Boredoms,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Talk Talk,
Supertramp,
Max Romeo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Litter,
The Cowsills,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
One Last Wish,
Ponytail,
the Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Henry Cow,
John Lydon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Slick Rick,
Magazine,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.