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 Korea North and from Stockholm.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 The Kinks. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Connie Case,
Bush Tetras,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Dirtbombs,
Television Personalities,
The Slackers,
JFA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Bad Manners,
Alphaville,
UT,
Soul II Soul,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quando Quango,
Funkadelic,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
FM Einheit,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang Starr,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott Heron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Fortunes,
This Heat,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Young Rascals,
Marine Girls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Zapp,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Harmonia,
Black Pus,
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Darondo,
Sandy B,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Mantronix,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Eurythmics,
Mark Hollis,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.