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 Bolivia and from Mumbai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Pagans to the punk 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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Accadde A,
The Motions,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Loose Ends,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Second Layer,
Pulsallama,
Mission of Burma,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Young Rascals,
Monolake,
Siglo XX,
Suicide,
Amon Düül II,
Byron Stingily,
Cybotron,
Quantec,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
The Golliwogs,
Lower 48,
Archie Shepp,
MDC,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
New Age Steppers,
Q65,
The Saints,
Brothers Johnson,
Nik Kershaw,
The Shadows of Knight,
Youth Brigade,
Wire,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Minnie Riperton,
June Days,
Cal Tjader,
Ponytail,
The Cure,
Sex Pistols,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Janne Schatter,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.