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 Ghana and from Accra.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lyon.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 White and The Blacks to the techno 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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ronnie Foster,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Radiohead,
Outsiders,
FM Einheit,
Don Cherry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Scrapy,
Subhumans,
Excepter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Skarface,
kango's stein massive,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Cecil Taylor,
Harmonia,
the Human League,
Erykah Badu,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
The Kinks,
Johnny Osbourne,
ABBA,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash,
LL Cool J,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
The Star Department,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Soulsonic Force,
Swans,
Negative Approach,
Pagans,
Wally Richardson,
Bluetip,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Erasure,
Urselle,
Talk Talk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
F. McDonald,
The Fall,
Arcadia,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Joe Finger,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.