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 Montenegro and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 rhodes 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 The Saints to the crunk 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
H. Thieme,
Skarface,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Magazine,
Ohio Players,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
EPMD,
Fugazi,
The Residents,
Babytalk,
Vainqueur,
The Doors,
AZ,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
a-ha,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Real Kids,
Visage,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Barry Ungar,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Fad Gadget,
Pussy Galore,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alison Limerick,
Patti Smith,
Skriet,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
Spandau Ballet,
World's Most,
Main Source,
The Grass Roots,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scott Walker,
Cymande,
The Evens,
The Divine Comedy,
Slick Rick,
Althea and Donna,
Bauhaus,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dead Boys,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.