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 Georgia and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Deadbeat to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Steve Hackett record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Mantronix,
The Stooges,
Ituana,
Oneida,
Ronnie Foster,
Warren Ellis,
Unwound,
The Names,
Fluxion,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun City Girls,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Bill Wells,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Television,
Second Layer,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Marine Girls,
Can,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
Lucky Dragons,
Masters at Work,
Pantaleimon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Velvet Underground,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
Buzzcocks,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Copeland,
Cal Tjader,
Idris Muhammad,
Zero Boys,
Soul II Soul,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Ken Boothe,
Bang On A Can,
Charles Mingus,
Babytalk,
Glenn Branca,
U.S. Maple,
ABC,
FM Einheit,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Electric Prunes,
Marc Almond,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.