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 Botswana and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Depeche Mode to the funk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Arcadia,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
Joy Division,
The Moody Blues,
Youth Brigade,
John Coltrane,
Eurythmics,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cramps,
The Residents,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Byron Stingily,
The Smoke,
T. Rex,
Pantaleimon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Minnie Riperton,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
DJ Sneak,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mary Jane Girls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
The Martian,
Scan 7,
Blossom Toes,
Donny Hathaway,
Outsiders,
Gichy Dan,
Funky Four + One,
Amazonics,
Clear Light,
the Normal,
Desert Stars,
Motorama,
Tres Demented,
Alton Ellis,
Maleditus Sound,
June Days,
Symarip,
Mad Mike,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Big Daddy Kane,
Depeche Mode,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Swell Maps,
The Angels of Light,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Loose Ends,
Charles Mingus,
Nation of Ulysses,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.