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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Qualms to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 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 The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Erasure,
Country Teasers,
Scion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
Dual Sessions,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Copeland,
The Real Kids,
Lou Christie,
Dead Boys,
Ituana,
Suburban Knight,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
Ken Boothe,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Faust,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Moebius,
Kerri Chandler,
Minnie Riperton,
the Fania All-Stars,
Youth Brigade,
Thee Headcoats,
Surgeon,
JFA,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
The Victims,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sound Behaviour,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Magma,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Yellowson,
Gang Starr,
Eli Mardock,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Barbara Tucker,
Suicide,
Eve St. Jones,
Adolescents,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
Icehouse,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.