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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Johnny Clarke to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
John Holt,
The Vogues,
Half Japanese,
The Monochrome Set,
Zero Boys,
Hot Snakes,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soulsonic Force,
Agent Orange,
Charles Mingus,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tres Demented,
Wire,
Cameo,
Black Sheep,
The Fugs,
Michelle Simonal,
Rekid,
Procol Harum,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Jacques Brel,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Soul Sonic Force,
The New Christs,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Faraquet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Subhumans,
Little Man,
Piero Umiliani,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Make Up,
Cybotron,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Accadde A,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
Massinfluence,
The Selecter,
Soft Cell,
Nirvana,
Crooked Eye,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Matthew Bourne,
The Barracudas,
Scan 7,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Harry Pussy,
The Young Rascals,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gang Starr,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.