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 Croatia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Scan 7 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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Dead Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Von Mondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Detroit Cobras,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Rufus Thomas,
Oneida,
Bad Manners,
Warsaw,
Outsiders,
Nas,
Sandy B,
Surgeon,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
Zapp,
Max Romeo,
Lou Reed,
Sixth Finger,
The Human League,
ABBA,
Sugar Minott,
Ice-T,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Yellowson,
Flipper,
The Gap Band,
Heaven 17,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Albert Ayler,
Scientists,
Black Moon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Smog,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
Letta Mbulu,
The Cowsills,
Harmonia,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Morten Harket,
John Lydon,
Half Japanese,
Dark Day,
Model 500,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Sheep,
JFA,
Colin Newman,
Gang Starr,
Scion,
L. Decosne,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.