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 Uruguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 marimba 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wolf Eyes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Funky Four + One,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
Audionom,
Swans,
Goldenarms,
Morten Harket,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Lungfish,
The Modern Lovers,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Techniques,
Brand Nubian,
Pantaleimon,
Sam Rivers,
Eve St. Jones,
Ituana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Connie Case,
Man Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Lee Hazlewood,
Minnie Riperton,
Los Fastidios,
Boz Scaggs,
David Bowie,
Sarah Menescal,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Reagan Youth,
CMW,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nick Fraelich,
The Names,
Radio Birdman,
E-Dancer,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
The Mummies,
Pierre Henry,
Mantronix,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grauzone,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Cure,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry's Kids,
Toni Rubio,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.