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 Jamaica and from Manila.
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 Manila and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Television to the rock 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Roy Ayers,
Soft Machine,
Alphaville,
Pole,
Leonard Cohen,
Mad Mike,
The Cramps,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dawn Penn,
Black Bananas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Max Romeo,
Avey Tare,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobby Sherman,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Tom Boy,
Royal Trux,
The Smiths,
Nico,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Theoretical Girls,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aural Exciters,
Mandrill,
Pagans,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ossler,
DJ Sneak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Five Americans,
Television,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Sound,
Aswad,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Dead C,
Goldenarms,
Dual Sessions,
KRS-One,
Monks,
Derrick May,
The Music Machine,
Janne Schatter,
Talk Talk,
Gabor Szabo,
Whodini,
Frankie Knuckles,
Deakin,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.